Biografia:
Slaid Cleaves (born Richard Slaid Cleaves on June 9, 1964) is an American singer-songwriter. He was born in Washington, D.C. and raised in South Berwick, Maine and Round Pond, Maine.
Slaid Cleaves’ music is marked by both the quirky blend of isolated eccentricity and steely resilience of his Yankee upbringing and the weathered soul of Texas, the state he has called home for over a decade now. First registering on the national folk scene by winning the Kerrville Folk Festival’s New Folk competition in 1992
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Outras músicas:
- Broken Down
- Drinkin' Days
- One Good Year
- Another Kind Of Blue
- Beautiful Thing
- Below
- Beyond Love
- Black T
- Borderline
- Breakfast In Hell
- Bring It On
- Broke Down
- Call It Sleep
- Cold And Lonely
- Cry
- Dance Around The Fire
- Dreams
- Drinkin Days
- Fairest Of Them All
- Flowered Dresses
- Getaway Car
- Go For The Gold
- Gods Own Yodeler
- Gone
- Green Mountains And Me
- Hard To Believe
- Hickory
- Hometown Usa
- Horses
- Horshoe Lounge
- I Bet She Does
- If I Had A Heart
- In The Rain
- Junkyard
- Key Chain
- Lydia
- Millionaire
- New Years Day
- No Angel Knows
- Not Going Down
- November Skies
- Oh Roberta
- Primer Gray
- Quick As Dreams
- Rust Belt Fields
- Sinners Prayer
- Song For June
- Still Fighting The War
- Temporary
- Texas Love Song
- This Morning I Was Born Again
- Tiger Tom Dixons Blues
- Tumbleweed Stew
- Twistin
- Voice Of Midnight
- Whim Of Iron
- Wishbone
- Without Her
- Working Stiff
- You Dont Have To Tell Me
- Youre A Mean One Mr Grinch
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!
A D
We got old time bars still standing on downtown city streets
E A
Old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks
A D
Listening to a Haggard song you can put your old blue collar on
A E A
Old Milwaukee on Christmas Eve it's hard to believe
Street girls hop from foot to foot, trying to keep warm
Trying to pay down a few bills before the next big storm
On a corner, trembling in the wind amazed at the mess they're in
Wipin' their noses on their sleeve it's hard to believe
I swore I'd leave the day they knocked that old smokestack down
There's a guy I need to talk to before I quit this town
Drivin' past the prison yard still got my old Teamsters card
Still hopin' on my reprieve it's hard to believe
Bridge:
D A
When I looked into her smiling eyes I saw a dream so fine
E A
Like the Spirit of Chicago on a lonesome old railroad line
D F#m
I would have gone with her that day I just watched her as she drove away
E A
I guess one of us had to leave it's hard to believe
Solo
| A | A | D | D | E | E | A | A |
| A | A | D | D | F#m E | D | D | A | A | A | A |
Here comes another blown up kid from over there
Making the whole world safe for the millionaires
Same old swindle hides behind a fresh new coat of lies
This is no time to be naive it's hard to believe
We got old time bars still standing on downtown city streets
Old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks
Listening to a Haggard song you can put your old blue collar on
F#m E D
It's another New Years Eve it's hard to believe
A A
It's hard to believe
We got old time bars still standing on downtown city streets
E A
Old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks
A D
Listening to a Haggard song you can put your old blue collar on
A E A
Old Milwaukee on Christmas Eve it's hard to believe
Street girls hop from foot to foot, trying to keep warm
Trying to pay down a few bills before the next big storm
On a corner, trembling in the wind amazed at the mess they're in
Wipin' their noses on their sleeve it's hard to believe
I swore I'd leave the day they knocked that old smokestack down
There's a guy I need to talk to before I quit this town
Drivin' past the prison yard still got my old Teamsters card
Still hopin' on my reprieve it's hard to believe
Bridge:
D A
When I looked into her smiling eyes I saw a dream so fine
E A
Like the Spirit of Chicago on a lonesome old railroad line
D F#m
I would have gone with her that day I just watched her as she drove away
E A
I guess one of us had to leave it's hard to believe
Solo
| A | A | D | D | E | E | A | A |
| A | A | D | D | F#m E | D | D | A | A | A | A |
Here comes another blown up kid from over there
Making the whole world safe for the millionaires
Same old swindle hides behind a fresh new coat of lies
This is no time to be naive it's hard to believe
We got old time bars still standing on downtown city streets
Old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks
Listening to a Haggard song you can put your old blue collar on
F#m E D
It's another New Years Eve it's hard to believe
A A
It's hard to believe
Slayer
Sleater-kinney
Sledding With Ti (...)
Sleeping At Last
Sleeping With Si (...)
Slow J
Slowdive
Slurpyj
Sly And The Fami (...)
Slza