Biografia:
Blues Traveler é uma banda formada em 1988, em Nova Iorque, por John Popper (Vocal/Harmônica), Chan Kinchla (Guitarrista), Bobby Sheehan (Baixista) e Brendan Hill (Baterista).
Em vinte anos de atividades, se propondo e superando desafios a banda traz uma mistura de estilos dos anos 60 e 70, de bandas como Grateful Dead e Led Zeppelin, capazes de, apesar das avassaladoras influências, ter seu próprio estilo e hoje ainda influenciar novas bandas.
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Outras músicas:
- All For You
- Hook
- Run Around
- 100 Years
- Alone
- Best Part
- Blow Up The Moon
- Canadian Rose
- Cara Let The Moon
- Christmas
- Fallible
- Freedom
- Just Wait
- Letter From A Friend
- Look Around
- Most Precarious
- Nikkias Prom
- Optimistic Thought
- Regarding Steven
- Roseanne Theme
- Run
- Sweet Pain
- The Gunfighter
- The Mountains Win Again
- Yours
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Music & lyrics: john popper
Key of G
Transcribed by ear (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Xs7zeof-NA)
G
The sun is warm as the day is long
G
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
C
I've got a long way to walk
C
Can't afford my next meal
D
I tell a few lies but my hunger is real
G
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
Mademoiselle tell me do you play
G
Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay
C G
I watch her walk away in haste
D
There's just no accounting for some people's taste,
G
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
Big angry man in the doorway there
G
Just keep on walking like I don't care
C
Why you giving such an evil eye
D
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby
G
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
Play in the park for tobacco and food
G
Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude
C
Tourist don't want me to end his show
D
But this colorful attraction got places to go
G
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
[Sax Solo]
F G
G
Sit at the pier watch the sun go down
G
Another lost little boy in a big old town
C
I want to laugh I want to cry
D
But no matter how hard I may try
G
It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
Key of G
Transcribed by ear (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Xs7zeof-NA)
G
The sun is warm as the day is long
G
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
C
I've got a long way to walk
C
Can't afford my next meal
D
I tell a few lies but my hunger is real
G
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
Mademoiselle tell me do you play
G
Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay
C G
I watch her walk away in haste
D
There's just no accounting for some people's taste,
G
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
Big angry man in the doorway there
G
Just keep on walking like I don't care
C
Why you giving such an evil eye
D
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby
G
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
Play in the park for tobacco and food
G
Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude
C
Tourist don't want me to end his show
D
But this colorful attraction got places to go
G
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
[Sax Solo]
F G
G
Sit at the pier watch the sun go down
G
Another lost little boy in a big old town
C
I want to laugh I want to cry
D
But no matter how hard I may try
G
It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
G
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
Boa
Boards Of Canada
Bob And Marcia
Bob Dylan
Bob Esponja