MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
the band - 4 pantomime
The management said they were sorry
For the inconvenience you are suffering
And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy
Don't book the jobs so far apart
We went up to Griffith Park
With a fifth of Johnny Walker red
And smashed it on a rock and wept
While the old couple looked on into the dark
Oh, Richard, tell me if it's poker
Oh, Richard, tell me, who's got the joker and is it poker
Deuces wild, like an only child
I'll see what you got. How much is in the pot
You pay the tips and I'll collect the chips
It's a full house tonight--everybody in town is a loser
Yeah, you bet
The dealer's been dealing me bad hands
From the bottom of the deck without the slightest blush
And I don't know whether to call or check
But right now I feel like I got a royal flush
And my lady didn't show from 'Frisco
But we had to go on with the show
Everybody got stoned--it was a gas, it was a smash
Everybody got wrecked, checked. Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, Belfast cowboy, lay your cards on the grade
Oh, Belfast cowboy, can you call a spade a spade
Oh, Richard, tell me, is the game poker
I can't understand who the fool is that holds this joker
Is it poker
Oh, Belfast cowboy, lay your cards down on the table
Oh, Belfast cowboy, do you think you're able
the band - a change is gonna come
F F7
I was born by the river in a little tent
Bb Dm C
And just like that river I've been running ever since
F Bb
It's been a long time coming
A Dm Bb C F
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will
It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die
Cos I don't know what's out there beyond the sky
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will
BRIDGE:
Gm Dm
And then I go to see my brother
Gm Dm
And I ask him to help me please
Gm Dm
And he just winds up knockin' me
G C C7
Back down on my knees
There were times when I thought I couldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will
REPEAT VERSE 2
the band - acadian driftwood
F C9
The war was over and the spirit was broken
Dm9 Ebmaj9 Gm7
The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew
F
We stood on the cliffs
C/G A9
Oh, and watched the ships
Bb Gm7
Slowly sinking to their rendezvous
F C9
They signed a treaty and our homes were taken
Dm9 Ebmaj9
Loved ones forsaken
Gm7
They didn't give a damn
F
Try'n' to raise a family
C/G A9
End up the enemy
Bb Gm7
Over what went down on the plains of Abraham (*)
F Bb
Acadian driftwood
Gm7 C7
Gypsy tail wind
Bb/D F/C Bb Gm7
They call my home the land of snow
F Bb Gm7 C7
Canadian cold front movin' in
Bb/D F/C
What a way to ride
Bb Dm7/A Gm7 C7 F
Oh, what a way to go
Then some returned to the motherland
The high command had them cast away
And some stayed on to finish what they started
They never parted
They're just built that way
We had kin livin' south of the border
They're a little older and they've been around
They wrote a letter life is a whole lot better
So pull up your stakes, children and come on down
Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat
My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone
Been out ice fishing, too much repetition
Make a man wanna leave the only home he's known
Sailing out of the gulf headin' for Saint Pierre
Nothin' to declare
All we had was gone
Broke down along the coast
But what hurt the most
When the people there said
"You better keep movin' on"
Everlasting summer filled with ill-content
This government had us walkin' in chains
This isn't my turf
This ain't my season
Can't think of one good reason to remain
I've worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans
It was ever green up until the floods
You could call it an omen
Points ya where you're goin'
Set my compass north
I got winter in my blood
Acadian driftwood
Gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front movin' in
What a way to ride
Ah, what a way to go
F C7sus4 C7 Bb/D Gm7
Sais tu, A-ca-di-e j'ai le mal du pays
[You know, Acadia, I long for the country (I am homesick)]
F C7sus4 C7 Bb/D Gm7
Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
[Your snow, Acadia, makes tears in the sun (or for the sun)]
F C7sus4 C7 Bb/D Gm7
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
[I am arriving Acadia (or I am coming Acadia)]
the band - across the great divide
G G/B C/E G G/B
Standin by your window in pain, A pistol in your
C/E G G/B C/E
hand, And I beg you, dear Molly, girl,
D
Try and understand your man the best you can.
G A7 C Em G
Across The Great Divide, Just grab your hat, and take that ride
A C Em G
Get yourself a bride, And bring your children down to the river side.
G C G C
I had a goal in my younger days, I nearly wrote my will
G C D
But I changed my mind for the better, I'm at the still, had my fill and I'm fit to kill
G C G C
Pinball machine, and a queen, I nearly took a bust
G C D
Tried to keep my hands to myself, Ya say it's a must, but who can ya trust?
G C G C
Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky, A weary sign for all
G C D
I'm gonna leave this one horse town, Had t' stall till the fall, now I'm gonna crawl!
G A C Em G
A C G C
Now Molly dear, don't ya shed a tear
G C G
Your time will surely come, you'll feed your man
C D
chicken ev'ry Sunday, Now tell me, hon, what-cha done with the gun
G A7 C Em G
Across The Great Divide, Just grab your hat, and take that ride
A C Em G
Get yourself a bride, And bring your children down to the river side.
the band - ain t got no home
I ain't got no home
No place to roam
I ain't got a home
No place to roam
I'm a lonely boy
I ain't got a home
I ain't got no sister
I ain't got a brother
I ain't got a father
Not even a mother
I'm a lonely boy
I ain't got a home
Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo
Well, I got a voice
And I love to sing
I can sing like a bird
And I can sing like a frog
I'm a lonely boy
I ain't got a home
I ain't got a girl
I ain't got a son
I ain't got no kin
I ain't got no one
I'm a lonely frog
I ain't got a home
Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo
Madam, take me in
Let me be your friend
Won't you take me in
Let me be your friend
I'm a lonely boy
I ain't got a home
the band - ain t no more cane
G C G
Ain't no more cane on the Brazos(1)
G A D
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
G C G
Its all been ground down to molasses
D7 C G
Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh...
You shoulda been on the river in 1910
They were driving the women just like they drove the men.
Go down Old Hannah,(2) don'cha rise no more
Don't you rise up til Judgment Day's for sure
Ain't no more cane on the Brazos
Its all been ground down to molasses
Captain(3), don't you do me like you done poor old Shine
Well ya drove that bully(4) til he went stone blind
Wake up on a lifetime(5), hold up your own head
Well you may get a pardon and then you might drop dead
Ain't no more cane on the Brazos
Its all been ground down to molasses.
the band - ain t that a lot of love
I know the desert could hold all the love that I feel in my heart for you
Just like the ocean that started to roll, my love it could be coming to you
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold
If the cook in the kitchen had a touch as hot as yours, it wouldn't need a fire
I can't think of a word that describes you better than indescribable
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold
If the bees only knew how sweet you were, darling, they would shut up their honey comb
If the birds could hear how sweet your voice is, they'd pack up and fly away
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold
the band - all la glory
D Bm7 Em7
I wanna hear pitter patter
G A D
Climb up your ladder now
Bm7 Em7 A
It's time for you to dream away,
G Bm
For what a big day you've been through.
Gm7/Bb-bass F#m D
You've done all the things that you wanted to do.
D/C#-bass G D G
All la glory, I'm second story,
D A G D A
Feel so tall like a prison wall.
I'm lookin' for a star bright
To shine down your light now
And keep the little one safe and warm,
'Cause to her it's just a fantasy
And to me it's all a mystery.
All la glory, I'm second story,
Feel so tall like a prison wall.
Em7 A A/G-bass
And before the leaves all turn brown,
F#m Bm Bm/A-bass
Before they fall to the ground,
G Gm D
You will find the harmony,
A
Wait and see.
Listen to the serenade,
Little girl, promenade now.
You've got the sunshine in your hand
And maybe come some sweet day
You'll walk that Milky Way.
All la glory, I'm second story,
Feel so tall like a prison wall,
A A/G-bass D D/C#-bass Bm G/A-bass D
That tall.
the band - amazon
I went on the river for money, I sold my old rotten shack
For a rusty tanker leaking oil, and the burning sun was on my back
Traveled up the ragin' river, I watched the jungle burn
And in the reddenin' twilight, I wondered would I ever return.
Ridin' on a river of dreams,
Broken dreams.
I'm ridin' on a river of dreams.
Amazon, Amazon,
Is it heaven or hell?
Amazon.
An eagle flew above us, I felt the breezes blow.
Fish with teeth like ivory, waited down below.
On shore they cut and hammered, and fenced them in with wire.
While ancient fires in the jungle, burned our souls like fire.
Ridin' on a river of dreams,
Somebody's dreams.
I'm ridin' on a river of dreams.
Amazon, Amazon,
Is it Heaven or hell ?
Amazon.
What kind of creature's gonna rise up from these ashes?
What's gonna fly in the moonlight feathers aglow?
What kind of rain could come in from these sorrows?
Nobody knows, nobody knows.
At dawn we crossed the rapids, a place where few men go.
I felt the desolation, where nothing seemed to grow.
When I got my wages, I hung my head and cried.
I could not stop these visions, that swept in like the tide.
Ridin' on a river of dreams,
Broken dreams.
I'm ridin' on a river of dreams.
Amazon, Amazon,
Is it Heaven or hell ?
Amazon.
Oh, Amazon, Amazon, Amazon, Amazon.
the band - ancestor song
To our elders who teach us of our creation and our past
So we may preserve mother earth for ancestors yet to come
We are the land
To our brothers and sisters and all living things across mother earth
Her beauty we've destroyed
And denied the honor the Creator has given each individual
The truth lies in our hands
All my relations
the band - apple suckling tree
Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat
Down there Old man down is baitin' a hook
On there Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook
Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook
Oh yeah!
Now he's underneath that suckling tree Oh yeah!
Under that suckling tree Oh yeah!
That's underneath that tree
There's gonna be just you and me
Underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
I push him back and I stand in line Oh yeah!
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line Oh yeah!
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line
I get on board in two-eyed time
Oh yeah!
Under that suckling tree Oh yeah!
Under that suckling tree Oh yeah!
Underneath that tree there's just gonna be you and me
Under that suckling tree Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Now who's on the table who's to tell me Oh yeah!
Now who's on the table who's to tell me Oh yeah!
Who should I tell oh who should I tell
The forty-nine of you go burn in hell
Oh underneath that old apple suckling tree
the band - atlantic city
Capo on 2nd Fret (below are just chord shapes), actual chords are:
(F#m=(Em), A=(G), D=(C), E=(D), E7=(D7), Bm=(Am))
Em G C G
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Em G C G
And they blew up his house, too.
Em G C G
Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight
Em G C G
Gonna see what them racket boys can do.
Em G C G
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
Em G C G
And the D.A. can't get no relief.
Em G C G
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
Em G D
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth.
Em G C G
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Em G C G
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Em G C G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Em G C G
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay.
So I drew out what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Am C
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
D Em
But with you forever I'll stay.
Am C
We'll be goin' out where the sands turn to gold
D D7
But put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold.
Oh, everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Now I've been a-lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers
And I am South of the line.
Well, I'm tired of gettin' caught out on the losin' end
But I talked to a man last night,
Gonna do a little favor for him.
Well, everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City,
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
the band - back to memphis
If I never saw you
You'd still live in my dreams
Calling out from stages
And music magazines
?If I were a painter
You'd be green and gold
Carved out of matches
But broken out of stone
?Taken from the fire of your fiddle
Words of unspoken, blinding truth
If I couldn't see it, I was lost in my youth
But I'm going back to Memphis - after you.
?If I could have seen you
With blood on your bones
Poison in your fingers
But music in your soul
?You could have been my lover
Taught me everything I know
But now we are your children
Your flowers in the snow
?But all you ever wanted was to see the heart of the city, oh
And all you ever got was hand to mouth
So I know you'll be walking for a long, long time
Cause you're going back to Memphis - heading South.
?Brothers till the night came
And whispered in the pines
Tempting me with secrets
To play a game with time
?Now I feel you in the walls
And I know you're in the air
And it's just like I can touch you
You're living everywhere
?But all you ever wanted was to be in the heart of the city, oh
And all you ever got was handed out
So I know we'll be walking for a long, long time
Cause we're going back to Memphis - heading South
the band - beautiful thing
I've told you once, now you should know
The reason that I'm coming down.
There ain't no time to repeat again;
Just need to bring it around.
We had a beautiful thing going,
You couldn't see things my way.
We had a beautiful thing going,
Something just got in our way.
And I told you once that it was rough.
I looked on you as my friend,
Because that did not seem to be good enough,
And now it's time to begin.
We've got a beautiful thing going,
I hope that's the way it will stay.
We've got a beautiful thing going,
Nothing can stand in our way.
the band - bessie smith
(intro) C F F#dim C Am D7 F C F
[C]Bessie was [C/G#)more than [Am]just a [D7]friend of mine [F] [G]
[C]We shared the [E]good times with the [Am]bad [D7] [F]
[C]Now [C/G#]many a [Am]year has [D7]passed me by [F] [G]
[C]I still re[E]call the best [Am]thing I ever had [F] [G]
[C]I'm just goin' down the road t' see [F]Bessie
[C]Oh, See her soon [G] (riff)
[C]Goin' down the road t' see [F]Bessie [F#dim]Smith
When I [C]get [Am]there I [D7]wonder [F]what she'll do [C] [F]
Now all the crazy things I had to try
Well I tried them all and then some
But if you're lucky one day you find out
Where it is you're really comin' from
I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie
Oh, See her soon
Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith
When I get there I wonder what she'll do
Now in my day I've made some foolish moves
But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing
And now again I still wonder to myself
Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing
I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie
Oh, See her soon
Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith
When I get there I wonder what she'll do
There's so much time has gone right on by
I didn't think one could be so wrong
And then one night I was drinkin' and a-thinkin'
In the bottom of the glass I could see Bessie's face so strong
I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie
Oh, See her soon
Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith
When I get there I wonder what she'll do
When she sees me will she know what I've been through?
Will old times start to feelin' like new?
When I get there will our love still feel so true?
Yet all I have, I'll be a-bringin' it to you
Oh Bessie, sing them old-time blues
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