David Robert Jones (8 January 1947 – 10 January 2016), known professionally as David Bowie, was an English singer, songwriter and actor. He was a leading figure in the music industry and is considered one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century, acclaimed by critics and musicians, particularly for his innovative work during the 1970s. His career was marked by reinvention and visual presentation, with his music and stagecraft having a significant impact on popular music.
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!
DmAm In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings A#A Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea DmAm In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps GmADm While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree FCA In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies DmAmA Full of beer full of cries in a drunken town fight A#A In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born GmADm On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light
Dm DmAm In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet A#A There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails DmAm And he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon GmADm That can haul up the sails that can swallow the moon FCA And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide DmAmA Hey bring me more fish throw it down by my side A#A And he wants so to belch but he's too full to try GmADm So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his fly
DmAm In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance A#A Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to porch DmAm They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked GmADm Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes FCA And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust DmAmA Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts A#A And then out of the night with their pride in their pants GmADm And the sluts that they tow underneath the street lamps
DmAm In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks A#A And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again DmAm He'll drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam GmADm Who've given their bodies to a thousand other men FCA Yeah they've bargained their virtue their goodness all gone DmAmA For a few dirty coins well he just can't go on A#A Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above GmADm And he pisses like I cry on the unfaithful love Dm In the port of Amsterdam Am In the port of Amsterdam