Mike Rosenberg mejor conocido como Passenger, es un cantautor Británico de Folk/Pop. Mike también fue el vocalista y creador de la desaparecida banda de Folk Rock, Passenger, con la cual solo lanzo un álbum. Cuando los miembros de la banda decidieron segur caminos distintos, Rosenberg opto por mantener el nombre de dicha banda para su proyecto como solista.
Su primera presentación como solista se dio un Octubre del 2009 en Australia, siendo artista soporte para las presentaciones de Lior, Elana Stone y Brian Campeau.
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!
I'm tabbing the opening and interlude riff on a seperate tab (So that I'l have 3 tabs and be able to view tabs that need approval lol)
The strumming pattern is pretty awkward at first, The song it'self is in 3/4 and theres strums every beat, giving 20 per bar.
GCadd9Cadd9 Pattern: DDUDU DDUDU DDUDU
Goes like thiiis :D
Intro GCadd9GG x3 Dsus4Cadd9GG
GCadd9G So I sit on this table for one
GCadd9G And pour me a drink that'll last
GCadd9G I'm not drunk I just miss being young
Dsus4Cadd9G And I grew old too fast
My wife she breaks and she bends My children they don't understand I came here tonight in search of a friend (These are same chords) But I'm the invisible man
C 'cause I've swallowed my tongue
and I've polished my gun
G and I've sat on my secrets for years
C with my stiff upper lip
my composure won't slip
D and I've hidden each silent salty tear
Intro riff
I sit on this table for one And I have been here before It's a little less than I'd had in mind (Same as other verses) But I wouldn't ask for more
And my mother she taught me to write And my father he taught me his trade And I wish that they could both be here tonight (Same) To see what a mess I've made
'cause I've swallowed my tongue and I've polished my gun and I've sat on my secrets for years (Same as other chorus) with my stiff upper lip my composure won't slip and I've hidden each silent salty tear
my sons and my daughters don't know me at all I've dug in trenches and put up walls I whisper I love you each night as they sleep (Same as chorus) But no one hears me when I speak On this table for one