Genesis es uno de los grupos de rock británicos más famosos. Creado a finales de los sesenta, ha mantenido una trayectoria exitosa hasta la década de los noventa.
Durante Octubre de 2006, el grupo anunció una reunión, que se concretó con una gira en el 2007.
Historia
Inicios: 1967–1969
Originarios de Inglaterra, los adolescentes Peter Gabriel, Mike Rutherford, Anthony Phillips y Tony Banks comenzaron su camino musical en la escuela secundaria Charterhouse Godalming, componiendo sencillos para el joven productor Jonathan King.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Heatwave (Genesis)
Bm / C#7 / Bm / Em7 /
BE No cloud, a sleepy calm AF#mG#mB Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees F#mBBmC#7 With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care BmEm7 Nothing must be done
BE Silent, as a day can be AF#mG#mB Far off sounds of others on their chosen run F#mBBmC#7 As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning BmEm7 Even if they're dull
DAmDAm It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world DAmDAm As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere
C / Bb / F / Bb / D7 / B / F# /
EbmBBbmC# The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas BEbm The trees will lose their withered leaves BbmG#m I just can't seem to let them loose EbmBBbmC# And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south BC#BC# Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
BEAF#m Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away G#mBF#mB A time will come to pass, when there'll be none BmC#7BmEm7 Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste
DAmDAm Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return DAmDAm Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own
C / Bb / F / Bb / D7 / B / F# /
EbmBBbmC# Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line BEbm Into a dried up river bed BBbmG#m But don't try to tell him cos he won't believe you EbmBBbmC# Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way BEbmBbmG#m I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
EbmBBbmC# The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas BEbm The trees will lose their withered leaves BbmG#m I just can't seem to let them loose EbmBBbmC# And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south BEbmBbmG#m I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
Ebm / B / Bbm / C# / B / Ebm / Bbm / G#m / [ ] Rpt and fade
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