Biography:
Honeyhoney is the jazzy, twangy, rollicking collaboration between vocalist Suzanne Santo and guitarist Ben Jaffe. Prior to joining the duo, Jaffe recorded music for TV and film; he then met Santo (an actress whose resume included stints on Law & Order and Blind Justice) through a mutual friend, who took Jaffe to see one of Santo's solo gigs. The two began holding informal songwriting sessions and soon discovered a musical partnership. Adopting the name honeyhoney
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
this is my first one and it was what i got from transposing...
it's pretty basic so you just repeat those chords on the rest...
hope it works out! ~amy
Bm Em F#m
I know you sat alone so many nights waiting for me.
Bm Em F#m
Cold, your face like a stone, I hang up the phone when we disagree.
Standing there by my side when the fighting is done,
glaring at me in the light is my little toy gun.
Shining in black like shoes on a rack with a trigger that's dressed up in gold.
It's always warm inside my home but its handle is always so cold.
Whispering into my ear, all the lies you spun.
My single greatest fear is my little toy gun.
Em Bm F#m Em
Aaaaaaaaah aaaaaa aaaaahhh aaaaaooo
Wait for the day when I can save face and come to a happy home.
I know it's turning me to the count of girl who'd rather be alone.
Just wait til I get my way -- I promise you it won't be fun.
If you feel like you should pray, pray for my little toy gun.
it's pretty basic so you just repeat those chords on the rest...
hope it works out! ~amy
Bm Em F#m
I know you sat alone so many nights waiting for me.
Bm Em F#m
Cold, your face like a stone, I hang up the phone when we disagree.
Standing there by my side when the fighting is done,
glaring at me in the light is my little toy gun.
Shining in black like shoes on a rack with a trigger that's dressed up in gold.
It's always warm inside my home but its handle is always so cold.
Whispering into my ear, all the lies you spun.
My single greatest fear is my little toy gun.
Em Bm F#m Em
Aaaaaaaaah aaaaaa aaaaahhh aaaaaooo
Wait for the day when I can save face and come to a happy home.
I know it's turning me to the count of girl who'd rather be alone.
Just wait til I get my way -- I promise you it won't be fun.
If you feel like you should pray, pray for my little toy gun.
