Biografia:
Al igual que Syd Barrett, Roky Erickson llegó al status de artista de culto más que por su música, por su trágica vida: ataques de locura, abuso de drogas, etc, frecuentes en la psicodelia.
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Roger Kynard Erickson nació el 15 de 1947 en Dallas, Texas y comenzó a tocar el piano a la edad de 5 años. Para los 12 años también tocaba la guitarra. Hijo de un arquitecto y una aspirante de cantante de ópera, abandonó los estudios para convertirse en músico profesional.
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Outras músicas:
- I Have Always Been Here Before
- Anthem I Promise
- Be And Bring Me Home
- Burn The Flames
- Creature With The Atom Brain
- Devotional Number One
- For You
- Goodbye Sweet Dreams
- Hungry For Your Love
- I Love The Living You
- I Think Of Demons
- I Walked With A Zombie
- If You Have Ghosts
- John Lawman
- Night Of The Vampire
- Right Track Now
- Song To Abe Lincoln
- Sweet Honey Pie
- White Faces
- You Dont Love Me Yet
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!
[6/8]
|| Em | C | Am | B ||
Em | C |
Here I sit, a vampire, at my piano.
Am | B
The flames burn glaringly higher.
| Em | C
And the eyes that stare through the darkness,
| Am | B
though they have no form, there's no need for alarm.
Chorus:
| Em | Em
So burn.
| C | Am | B | Em |
So burn, burn the flames, higher, and higher
So burn, burn the flames, never to expire.
Here I sit, a skeleton, at my organ.
The candles in my candelabra burn hellishly, hellish hell.
And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house --
a little Christmas spirit, ghostly, haunting, deadly spirit --
every creature is stirring, even the mouse.
[Chorus]
[Solo]
Here I sit, myself, at my instruments.
Here they sit at their instruments,
and the music fills and fills, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares.
"The children of the night, what music we make!"
[Chorus]
[Solo 2 / Outro]
|| Em | C | Am | B ||
Em | C |
Here I sit, a vampire, at my piano.
Am | B
The flames burn glaringly higher.
| Em | C
And the eyes that stare through the darkness,
| Am | B
though they have no form, there's no need for alarm.
Chorus:
| Em | Em
So burn.
| C | Am | B | Em |
So burn, burn the flames, higher, and higher
So burn, burn the flames, never to expire.
Here I sit, a skeleton, at my organ.
The candles in my candelabra burn hellishly, hellish hell.
And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house --
a little Christmas spirit, ghostly, haunting, deadly spirit --
every creature is stirring, even the mouse.
[Chorus]
[Solo]
Here I sit, myself, at my instruments.
Here they sit at their instruments,
and the music fills and fills, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares.
"The children of the night, what music we make!"
[Chorus]
[Solo 2 / Outro]
Rolling Stones
Rollo Og King
Rolo Tomassi
Roman Lob
Romance
Ron Sexsmith
Ronan Keating
Ronin
Ronnie Day
Ronnie Ferrari