Biografia:
Folk, jazz, rock, world, classical, country: musical genres that have been defined and consistently evolving for decades. Many talented artists interpret, arrange and blend these genres with their unique styles. Few though, are able to claim being pioneers in charting a completely new musical niche. Dawud Wharnsby, however, is such an artist.
A third generation Canadian with Scottish and English roots, Dawud Wharnsby's recordings and reputation
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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!
By Dawud Wharnsby
D G
Briskly rising to the sky
D G
Cold clouds rushing past
D G
Flying hopes to never land
A A
Light Stretching out my hand
A G
Out seeing the fields
G
What is a dream and
D
can you tell me what is real
A G
Everyone else is home in bed
A A
and I’m out here lost in my own head
A G
out seeing the fields
D G
Freeze crystal on the bridge
D G
Trees Frozen diamond leaves
D G
Ice stiffening the wheat
A A
Wind underneath my feet
Chorus
G D
I only feel close to you when I’m under open sky
G D
I only feel guided when I’m free to question why
G D
Only when I smell the earth upon my face
A A
will I ever be free to fly from this place
Chorus
D G
Morning wings against the ledge
D G
Frost trees painted on the glass
D G
Snow covering the streets
A A
Home warm beneath my sheets
Days Of The New
Daysormay
Dayte Tank (!) ( (...)
Dbsk
Dc Talk
Dead Man's (...)
Dead Milkmen
Dead Moon
Dead Or Alive
Dead Poetic