Biography:
Lucky Fonz III (real name: Otto Wichers) (1981) is a Dutch singer-songwriter, based in Amsterdam. His songs has been described as 'folksy and romantic'. Lucky Fonz III plays the piano and the guitar.
In 2006, Lucky Fonz III won 'De Grote Prijs van Nederland' ('The Grand Prize of The Netherlands', Singer/Songwriter category), Holland's number one talent award. He released three English-language albums before reverting to his mothertongue (Dutch) for album number four - and back to English on album number five.
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A E A
Once I was a lady, dressed in black and blue
A B E
Used to walk the boulevard, cause that's what ladies do
A D A
My nails were always polished, my secrets always hid
A E A
I just did whatever it was that all the other ladies did
at nighttime around my bedside I keep a million lights
one for every soldier who fought the war and died
for my husband is a landlord whose eyes are full of greed
and his army full of young men whom he never even sees
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
A E A
Once I was a soldier in the army of some lord
A B E
I have never even seen him, I just got paid to hold his sword
A D A
I kept my armour shiny and I kept my secrets hid
A E A
and whatever I was told to do, that is what I did
A E A
when I think about it now it's hard for me to say
A B E
whether I had a choice in life to do the things my way
A D A
because by the time I heard about that lady's bedside state
A E A
I had already gone far too far, it was already too late
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
A E A
Once I was a student, I had to pick up my degree
A B
And I thought about the years gone by, the years that numbered
E
three
A D
How things that had seemed important turned out to be a joke
A E A
And things that had seemed natural had all gone up in smoke
Earlier a crowd had come to see me win my prize
I felt like I deserved it, it was justice in my eyes
but the only thing that I could think was 'what am I gonna do?
when all of this is over, when my days of hope are through?'
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
Once I was a lady, dressed in black and blue
A B E
Used to walk the boulevard, cause that's what ladies do
A D A
My nails were always polished, my secrets always hid
A E A
I just did whatever it was that all the other ladies did
at nighttime around my bedside I keep a million lights
one for every soldier who fought the war and died
for my husband is a landlord whose eyes are full of greed
and his army full of young men whom he never even sees
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
A E A
Once I was a soldier in the army of some lord
A B E
I have never even seen him, I just got paid to hold his sword
A D A
I kept my armour shiny and I kept my secrets hid
A E A
and whatever I was told to do, that is what I did
A E A
when I think about it now it's hard for me to say
A B E
whether I had a choice in life to do the things my way
A D A
because by the time I heard about that lady's bedside state
A E A
I had already gone far too far, it was already too late
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
A E A
Once I was a student, I had to pick up my degree
A B
And I thought about the years gone by, the years that numbered
E
three
A D
How things that had seemed important turned out to be a joke
A E A
And things that had seemed natural had all gone up in smoke
Earlier a crowd had come to see me win my prize
I felt like I deserved it, it was justice in my eyes
but the only thing that I could think was 'what am I gonna do?
when all of this is over, when my days of hope are through?'
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
Lucky Twice
Lucy Angel
Lucy Kaplansky
Lucy May Walker
Lucy Peach
Ludovic Bourgeoi (...)
Ludvig Moon
Ludwig Hirsch
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Luie Hond