Biografia:
Nascido em 1975, em Honolulu, Havai, Mason Jennings desde cedo mergulhou no mundo da música, escrevendo as primeiras músicas com apenas 13 anos de idade. Após desistir da escola aos 16 anos, mudou-se para Minneapolis, Minnesota, onde lança o seu álbum de estreia em 1997, gravado na sala da sua casa alugada, tocando ele mesmo todos os instrumentos. A este álbum, intitulado de “Mason Jennings”, seguiram-se já vários outros, sempre com uma forte conotação religiosa e política
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Outras músicas:
- Ballad For My One True Love
- Hospitals And Jails
- Just Try
- Living In The Moment
- Machines
- New York City
- Nothing
- Rebecca Deville
- Sunlight
- The Light
- To You
- Train Leaving Gray
- Train Leaving Grey
- 12 8 Time
- 1997
- Adrian
- Be Here Now
- Between The Lines
- Birds Flying Away
- Black Panther
- Black Wind Blowing
- Boneclouds
- California
- Confidant
- Crown
- Dakota
- Down By The Riverside Live
- Dr King
- Dreaming
- Duluth
- Fighter Girl
- Freedom
- Grow Old With Me
- I Am Lonely
- I Know You
- I Love You And Buddha Too
- If You Aint Got Love
- If You Need A Reason
- In My Grave
- Isabel
- Isabella
- Jackson Square
- Jesus Are You Real
- Keepin It Real
- Lonely Road
- Lonely Street
- Memphis Tenn
- Memphis Tennessee
- Method To My Madness
- Michaels Song
- Moon Sailing On The Water
- Morning Train
- My Perfect Lover
- Never Knew Your Name
- Number Of The Sun
- On The Starry Banks
- Patti And Robert
- Pittsburgh
- Raindrops On The Kitchen Floor Acoustic
- Rudy
- Sacred Place
- So Good
- Soldier Boy
- Something About Your Love
- Sorry Signs On Cash Machines
- The Field
- The Fisherman
- The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
- The Times They Are A
- The Tourist
- The Villain
- Ulysses
- United States Global Empire
- When Its Real
- Which Way Your Heart Will Go
- Wilderness
- Your New Man
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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that leads up here to this little graveyard
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seven lights in a perfect row
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under each light is a police car
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just because you say it doesn't make it true
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you can say that I'm guilty, man i just don't care
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you can run my body black
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just don't make me go back to Jackson Square
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i met you on Decatur street
with your little bare feet and you violin
i was walking by with my guitar in my hand
you smiled at me and i jumped right in
before i knew it you were all i knew
every moment together was an answered prayer
after a while we had some money saved up
and we rented a room over Jackson Square
but one day everything changed
your eyes got strange you didn't seem yourself
you go to tell a story and you start out fine
half way through it you'd be somewhere else
and i started having the strangest dream
i held a string and looked up in the air
and you were glowing with the strangest light
drifting out of sight over Jackson square
life is something that you can't control
when you try to hold on to it, it makes you let go
things are not like they were before
i can hear her crying through the bathroom door
she says she hears spirits all around the room
and they're telling her things that make her feel scared
i have no idea what to do
before were in over our heads on Jackson Square
i woke up with the weight on my chest
people were screaming on the street below
i reached for you, i was alone in the bed
the wind was blowing through an open window
and suddenly i was very old, and a little bold
absolutely nowhere
staring at the side of the universe
and your tiny body down on Jackson Square
and don't tell me that there ain't no end
there damn well is and it waits in the wings
i see you kneeling there at center stage
in your tiny cage made of angel wings
well I'm here every night
loading my gun and trying not to go there
anyone who says that life is clear
has never seen a mirror
or been to Jackson Square
dust cloud coming off an old dirt road
D7 G
that leads up here to this little graveyard
G Am7
seven lights in a perfect row
D7 G
under each light is a police car
Am
just because you say it doesn't make it true
D G
you can say that I'm guilty, man i just don't care
Am
you can run my body black
D G
just don't make me go back to Jackson Square
G,Am,D,G
i met you on Decatur street
with your little bare feet and you violin
i was walking by with my guitar in my hand
you smiled at me and i jumped right in
before i knew it you were all i knew
every moment together was an answered prayer
after a while we had some money saved up
and we rented a room over Jackson Square
but one day everything changed
your eyes got strange you didn't seem yourself
you go to tell a story and you start out fine
half way through it you'd be somewhere else
and i started having the strangest dream
i held a string and looked up in the air
and you were glowing with the strangest light
drifting out of sight over Jackson square
life is something that you can't control
when you try to hold on to it, it makes you let go
things are not like they were before
i can hear her crying through the bathroom door
she says she hears spirits all around the room
and they're telling her things that make her feel scared
i have no idea what to do
before were in over our heads on Jackson Square
i woke up with the weight on my chest
people were screaming on the street below
i reached for you, i was alone in the bed
the wind was blowing through an open window
and suddenly i was very old, and a little bold
absolutely nowhere
staring at the side of the universe
and your tiny body down on Jackson Square
and don't tell me that there ain't no end
there damn well is and it waits in the wings
i see you kneeling there at center stage
in your tiny cage made of angel wings
well I'm here every night
loading my gun and trying not to go there
anyone who says that life is clear
has never seen a mirror
or been to Jackson Square
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