Biografia:
Winner of the 2005 CBC Galaxie Rising Star Award and the Grand Prize Winner of Toronto's IndieWeek, Peter Katz has been delighting listeners with his captivating blend of folk, jazz and rock music. His ethereal vocal work, profoundly honest lyrics and dynamic guitar style have earned him repeated comparisons to such greats as Jeff Buckley, Martin Sexton and Ron Sexsmith. Performing regularly to sold-out crowds in Ontario and Quebec and ever-increasing numbers across the country
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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!
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[Intro]
G C/G G Em D/F# G
[Pre-Verse]
G C/G G Em D/F# G
How can I explain what I take away when the autumn falls and we go our separate ways
G C/G G Em D/F# G
What is it exactly, how can I describe, all that I discovered by that fireside
[Verse]
Am Am/B C/G
Some things aren't defined
Am Am/B C/G D/A
Some things they're just right
[Chorus]
G
‘Cause it's more than the green of trees
Am
It's more than the summer breeze
C/G
The smell of rocks and water
G D
Washing over me
G
It's more than the orange fire
Am
It's more than the fishing wire
C/G
It's more than the cabin walls
G D
Or that morning bugle call
C/G D/A
It's something you can't touch
G C/G
But you can hold so dear
[Verse]
Am Am/B C/G
Some things aren't defined
Am Am/B C/G D/A
Some things they're just right
[Chorus]
G
‘Cause it's more than the green of trees
Am
It's more than the summer breeze
C/G
The smell of rocks and water
G D
Washing over me
G
It's more than the orange fire
Am
It's more than the fishing wire
C/G
It's more than the cabin walls
G D
Or that morning bugle call
C/G D/A
It's something you can't touch
G C/G
But you can hold so dear
[Outro]
(alternate between G and C/G)
oh it won’t be long, ‘til the summer comes…
[Intro]
G C/G G Em D/F# G
[Pre-Verse]
G C/G G Em D/F# G
How can I explain what I take away when the autumn falls and we go our separate ways
G C/G G Em D/F# G
What is it exactly, how can I describe, all that I discovered by that fireside
[Verse]
Am Am/B C/G
Some things aren't defined
Am Am/B C/G D/A
Some things they're just right
[Chorus]
G
‘Cause it's more than the green of trees
Am
It's more than the summer breeze
C/G
The smell of rocks and water
G D
Washing over me
G
It's more than the orange fire
Am
It's more than the fishing wire
C/G
It's more than the cabin walls
G D
Or that morning bugle call
C/G D/A
It's something you can't touch
G C/G
But you can hold so dear
[Verse]
Am Am/B C/G
Some things aren't defined
Am Am/B C/G D/A
Some things they're just right
[Chorus]
G
‘Cause it's more than the green of trees
Am
It's more than the summer breeze
C/G
The smell of rocks and water
G D
Washing over me
G
It's more than the orange fire
Am
It's more than the fishing wire
C/G
It's more than the cabin walls
G D
Or that morning bugle call
C/G D/A
It's something you can't touch
G C/G
But you can hold so dear
[Outro]
(alternate between G and C/G)
oh it won’t be long, ‘til the summer comes…
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