Biografia:
Bryan John Appleby is a singer-songwriter and composer living in Seattle, WA.
Appleby spent a winter and spring holed up with close friends in a Ballard warehouse banging pots, plucking strings, tapping mason jars, and plunking pianos. What emerged from these musical ramblings was the long-awaited debut full-length, Fire on the Vine. The album elaborates on his affinity for organic soundscapes and acoustic found sounds. And yet, the record remains accessible with lush, satisfying melodies.
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Outras músicas:
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!
Tabbed based on this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3P5czgRBmXs
If it isn't 100% accurate, it's pretty close. Enjoy!
C Am F C
She came in the night on the ninth of October
Am C F G C
They looked me in my red eyes and said she won't last
C Am F C
We all knew that she should've slept until mid-December
Am C F G C
When it comes to the lot I have learned, I can't count on the cast
F C
That night a vision came
F Am G
At the same time both vivid and vague
F Am
Of a father looking on
F Am G G
As he burns to the ground the house that he made
C Am F C
When I woke, I had been slain in the spirit of reason
Am C F G C
Bap-tized in the rolling dark waters of doubt
C Am F C
'Cause I'm told it's your will to withhold, but it feels like treason
Am C F G C
A rain cloud refusing to pour in a season of drought
F C
That night a vision came
F Am G
At the same time both vivid and vague
F Am
Of a father looking on
F Am G G
As he burns to the ground the house that he made
F C
And I heard him say
Am C
It was well on its way
F Am
Just look how it swayed
A# F
How it crumbled and caved
F C/G Am C
As the crimson glow of the fire caught his eye
F Am C G
I could tell he could hear, as well could I
F C Am C
That along with the crackle and growl of the fire
F Am G
Came a call quite small from inside--
G F Fm
I'm in here alive
C Am F C
But now, a child is born, she is bent but not broken
Am C F
A spark, a seed and a sprout
F7sus4 F
A miracle or catastrophe
Am C F
This child who's orphaned her family
If it isn't 100% accurate, it's pretty close. Enjoy!
C Am F C
She came in the night on the ninth of October
Am C F G C
They looked me in my red eyes and said she won't last
C Am F C
We all knew that she should've slept until mid-December
Am C F G C
When it comes to the lot I have learned, I can't count on the cast
F C
That night a vision came
F Am G
At the same time both vivid and vague
F Am
Of a father looking on
F Am G G
As he burns to the ground the house that he made
C Am F C
When I woke, I had been slain in the spirit of reason
Am C F G C
Bap-tized in the rolling dark waters of doubt
C Am F C
'Cause I'm told it's your will to withhold, but it feels like treason
Am C F G C
A rain cloud refusing to pour in a season of drought
F C
That night a vision came
F Am G
At the same time both vivid and vague
F Am
Of a father looking on
F Am G G
As he burns to the ground the house that he made
F C
And I heard him say
Am C
It was well on its way
F Am
Just look how it swayed
A# F
How it crumbled and caved
F C/G Am C
As the crimson glow of the fire caught his eye
F Am C G
I could tell he could hear, as well could I
F C Am C
That along with the crackle and growl of the fire
F Am G
Came a call quite small from inside--
G F Fm
I'm in here alive
C Am F C
But now, a child is born, she is bent but not broken
Am C F
A spark, a seed and a sprout
F7sus4 F
A miracle or catastrophe
Am C F
This child who's orphaned her family
Bubbles
Buck 65
Buck Owens
Buck-o-nine
Buck-tick