Biografia:
Amelia Curran is a Canadian singer, playwright,
and songwriter. She was born in St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador and currently lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia. The National Post describes her music as “a bit like Leonard Cohen being channeled in a dusty saloon by Patsy Cline.”
Curran started playing guitar and writing songs as a teenager and eventually dropped out of university in order to busk on the streets of St. John’s. That led to her first album release in 2000, and since then she has released four more.
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Em
Load me up for my victory train
A
I know it's gone but it might come again
Em
Everyday is like a brand new day
A
Fickle as poison and hard as clay
C
And you won't see me in the harbor lights
A
The way you walk with your devils in the moonlight
A Em
God made woman and God made man
A
Jumped from the fire and into the pan
Em
But Gods no rebel he's a handyman
A
Quartz and the coppers and law of the land
C
And you won't hear me in the harmony
A
The way you listen to your devils in the minor
Em
key
A C
Did you listen to your doctor
A Em
Did you do what he said
C
Got married to the hazard
Em
Or cut that thread
A C Em
Did you run from the jury
Em
O the ghostly host
C Em
Ah the sound and the fury
A
Oh I miss them the most
Em
I hear rumor and I see blind
A
I'm sleeping in armor but I'm cheap like wine
Em
I'm an elegant trial underneath hard time
A
I can't hold a candle gonna blow your mind
C
And you won't catch me with nothing to say
A
The way you talk to your devils and you
A
pray pray pray
Load me up for my victory train
A
I know it's gone but it might come again
Em
Everyday is like a brand new day
A
Fickle as poison and hard as clay
C
And you won't see me in the harbor lights
A
The way you walk with your devils in the moonlight
A Em
God made woman and God made man
A
Jumped from the fire and into the pan
Em
But Gods no rebel he's a handyman
A
Quartz and the coppers and law of the land
C
And you won't hear me in the harmony
A
The way you listen to your devils in the minor
Em
key
A C
Did you listen to your doctor
A Em
Did you do what he said
C
Got married to the hazard
Em
Or cut that thread
A C Em
Did you run from the jury
Em
O the ghostly host
C Em
Ah the sound and the fury
A
Oh I miss them the most
Em
I hear rumor and I see blind
A
I'm sleeping in armor but I'm cheap like wine
Em
I'm an elegant trial underneath hard time
A
I can't hold a candle gonna blow your mind
C
And you won't catch me with nothing to say
A
The way you talk to your devils and you
A
pray pray pray
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