Biografia:
Outras músicas:
- Across The River
- Cyclone
- Down The Road Tonight
- Every Little Kiss
- Fire On The Cross
- I Will Walk With You
- In The Low Country
- King Of The Hill
- Line In The Dust
- Look Out Any Window
- Lost Soul
- Mandolin Rain
- Rainbows Cadillac
- Resting Place
- Sunlight Moon
- Thats Just The Way It Is
- Thats The Way It Is
- The Long Race
- The Old Playground
- The Valley Road
- Till The Dreamings Done
- Walk In The Sun
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!
CYCLONE
Bm D A E
Most of our years have flown away with nothing much decided
G D A Bm
Except the board we′re playing on, how it′s to be divided
Will more years yet die alone? The question′s many-sided
Got no answers of my own and none have been provided
CHORUS
Bm D A E
When I was a boy there was nothing to know
D Bm A Bm
The wind followed me wherever I′d go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
VERSE
There is a game that′s only played in a darkened room with strangers
Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards eyes closed to dangers
Jealousy folds without playing its hold card, romance raises grinning
I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning
CHORUS
When I was a boy there was love for free
Glad to be given and received by me
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
Just can′t see it so well, with my fading eyes
Bm D A E
A mystery to myself not everything now I was born to be
G D Bm
All I know is when I wanted it so, the wind itself rose for me
You know, if it wasn′t for love
I might just be a wandering man
But believe I′ve made the better choice
To sing about it with this band
Bm A E
When I was a boy, I could summon the moon
D A Bm
With a crook of the finger and a home-made tune
I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by
And sing all the words to a wildcat′s cry
When I was a boy there was nothing to know
The wind followed me wherever I′d go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
And the cyclone rose
Wave of my hand
Rain came down where I made my stand
Bm D A E
Most of our years have flown away with nothing much decided
G D A Bm
Except the board we′re playing on, how it′s to be divided
Will more years yet die alone? The question′s many-sided
Got no answers of my own and none have been provided
CHORUS
Bm D A E
When I was a boy there was nothing to know
D Bm A Bm
The wind followed me wherever I′d go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
VERSE
There is a game that′s only played in a darkened room with strangers
Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards eyes closed to dangers
Jealousy folds without playing its hold card, romance raises grinning
I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning
CHORUS
When I was a boy there was love for free
Glad to be given and received by me
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
Just can′t see it so well, with my fading eyes
Bm D A E
A mystery to myself not everything now I was born to be
G D Bm
All I know is when I wanted it so, the wind itself rose for me
You know, if it wasn′t for love
I might just be a wandering man
But believe I′ve made the better choice
To sing about it with this band
Bm A E
When I was a boy, I could summon the moon
D A Bm
With a crook of the finger and a home-made tune
I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by
And sing all the words to a wildcat′s cry
When I was a boy there was nothing to know
The wind followed me wherever I′d go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
And the cyclone rose
Wave of my hand
Rain came down where I made my stand
Bruce Millar
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Bruce Ruffin
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