Jack Bruce (born John Symon Asher Bruce on 14 May 1943 in Bishopbriggs, Lanarkshire, Scotland; died 25 October 2014 in Suffolk, England) was a Scottish musician and composer, known as a founder member of the seminal British psychedelic rock power trio, Cream, in the mid-to-late 1960s.
Widely considered to be one of the greatest bass players of all time, Bruce maintained a solo career that spanned several decades, and also played in several musical groups.
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!
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Intro: AA#CD#A#A (repeat CD
DmFBbB Running, jumping, pushing its way DmFBbB Mornings nighttime blends into day DmFBbBC Can't find curtains to shut it away
DGmF We were alone in the hills of the night EAmG Now the neon dawn lets in the light F#BmA And the milkman that nobody knows leaves bottles of tears AbC#mB At the house full of laughter nobody ever hears
A O the grass is burned black A#CD#A#A By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars A Seas turned to flame A#CD#A# CG When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow
DBmGA When it gets light DBmGA Some of them always stay DBmG She's dressed in white F#m Till the smoke turns her grey
DmFBbB Falling, stumbling, feeling its way DmFBbB Mornings nighttime moves into day DmFBbBC Can't find warmth to keep it away
DGmF Used to be alone on the waves of cloud EAmG Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd F#BmA And the angel who sits in her car / Full of desire AbC#mB But the hoses who came from the town / Put out her fire
A O the seas have run dry A#CD#A#A And the sun's one good eye is too blind to see A Sky has gone bad A#CD#A# CG From the good times we had burning bright, such good times
DBmGA When it gets light DBmGA Some of them always stay DBmG She's dressed in white F#mDmF#m Till the smoke turns her grey