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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Amelia Curran - Last Call
Capo 4
Intro: C
C F C
Wicked the weather can empty the heart
C F G
Sunsets are poetry falling apart
Am C/B C F
Pitchin and weavin down gotajin road
C G
I never loved you I know
C F C
But dance with my shadow on into the bar
C F G
Midnight is marked by a broken-down choir
Am C/B C F
And the red-face prophets are claiming their fame
C G
But I don't remember their names
Am C/B C F
Morning comes like a broken-winged bird
C G
As though daylight delivers a miracle cure
Am C/B C F
And here in the pink of a dangerous day
C F C G
Forgive me, forgive me,
C F C
Those red-faced prophets, bartender and me.
C F G
Dancin' in riddles on top of dead dreams
Am C/B C F
I kissed a sailor, said he was the sea
C G
But he never knew it from me
C F C
Last call
C F G
Time is an invalid inside us all
Am C/B C F
Leave all the lights on, we'll waltz out the door
C G
I never loved you, I'm sure
Am C/B C F
Morning comes like a broken-winged bird
C G
As though daylight delivers a miracle cure
Am C/B C F
And here in the pink of a dangerous day
C F C G
Forgive me, forgive me,
Am F/A C
Forgive me, forgive me,
Capo 4
Intro: C
C F C
Wicked the weather can empty the heart
C F G
Sunsets are poetry falling apart
Am C/B C F
Pitchin and weavin down gotajin road
C G
I never loved you I know
C F C
But dance with my shadow on into the bar
C F G
Midnight is marked by a broken-down choir
Am C/B C F
And the red-face prophets are claiming their fame
C G
But I don't remember their names
Am C/B C F
Morning comes like a broken-winged bird
C G
As though daylight delivers a miracle cure
Am C/B C F
And here in the pink of a dangerous day
C F C G
Forgive me, forgive me,
C F C
Those red-faced prophets, bartender and me.
C F G
Dancin' in riddles on top of dead dreams
Am C/B C F
I kissed a sailor, said he was the sea
C G
But he never knew it from me
C F C
Last call
C F G
Time is an invalid inside us all
Am C/B C F
Leave all the lights on, we'll waltz out the door
C G
I never loved you, I'm sure
Am C/B C F
Morning comes like a broken-winged bird
C G
As though daylight delivers a miracle cure
Am C/B C F
And here in the pink of a dangerous day
C F C G
Forgive me, forgive me,
Am F/A C
Forgive me, forgive me,
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