Biografía:
Jefferson Airplane fue una banda de Estados Unidos surgida en la ciudad de San Francisco (California), pionera del movimiento psicodélico influenciado por el LSD. Fue una de las primeras bandas de la escena de San Francisco en gozar de éxito comercial y crítico. Su disco de 1967, Surrealistic Pillow, sigue siendo considerado como una de las principales obras del llamado "Verano del Amor", y trajo el reconocimiento internacional del grupo. Fue el segundo disco de la banda y el primero en incluir a la cantante
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- Blues From An Airplane
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- Dcba
- Diana 1 And 2
- Eskimo Blue Day
- Fat Angel
- Flowers Of The Night
- Good Shepherd
- Greasy Heart
- Have You Seen The Saucers
- Have You Seen The Stars Tonite
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- High Flyin Bird
- How Do You Feel
- If You Feel
- Its Alright
- Its No Secret
- Jpp Mcstep B Blues
- Lather
- Law Man
- Lets Get Together
- Martha
- Mau Mau Amerikon
- Mexico
- My Best Friend
- Never Argue With A German If You Are Tired Or Eurpeaon Song
- Other Side Of This Life
- Playin A Game
- Pretty As You Feel
- Rejoyce
- Seasons
- She Has Funny Cars
- Son Of Jesus
- Star Track
- Starship
- Sunrise Blows Against The Empire
- The House At Pooneil Corners
- Third Week In The Chelsea
- Three Fifths Of A Mile
- Three Weeks In The Chelsea
- Tobacco Road
- Today
- Triad
- Turn My Life Down
- Two Heads
- Uncle Sam Blues
- Volunteers
- Watch Her Ride
- When The Earth Moves Again
¡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!
Song: Third Week in the Chelsea
Artist: Jefferson Airplane
Album: Bark
E A 4x fingerpickin! :E A F#m E E B A F#m E E A F#m E E B A F#m C#m:
E B A F#m A E
E A 4x
E A F#m E
Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind
E B A F#m E
My hands are movin' faster than the movement of my mind
E A F#m E
Thoughts and generations of my dreams of my dreams are yet unborn
E B A F#m C#m
Hope that I can find them 'fore my movin' gets too worn
E B A F#m A E
If only I could live to see the dawning of the dawn
E A 4x
Repeat throughout song
So we go on moving trying to make this image real
Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel
Straining every nerve ending and everybody sees
That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be
And trying to avoid a taste of that reality
On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the hall
Showed to me a face I didn't know at all
Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wide
When I looked into the mouth there was nothing left inside
So I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh
As dawn light closed around me my head was still in gear
Thinking thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clear
Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smile
Maybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mile
That often comes to haunt me in the morning
F#m C#m B E
All my friends keep telling me that it would be a shame
E F#m C#m E
To break up such a grand success and tear apart a name
F#m C#m B E
But all I know is what I feel whenever I'm not playin'
F#m C#m B
Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain
Well now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess
If I can't spend my time with love I guess I need a rest
Time is getting late now and the sun is getting low
My body's getting tired of carryin' another's load
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road
:outro: E A 4x E B A F#m A E
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Artist: Jefferson Airplane
Album: Bark
E A 4x fingerpickin! :E A F#m E E B A F#m E E A F#m E E B A F#m C#m:
E B A F#m A E
E A 4x
E A F#m E
Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind
E B A F#m E
My hands are movin' faster than the movement of my mind
E A F#m E
Thoughts and generations of my dreams of my dreams are yet unborn
E B A F#m C#m
Hope that I can find them 'fore my movin' gets too worn
E B A F#m A E
If only I could live to see the dawning of the dawn
E A 4x
Repeat throughout song
So we go on moving trying to make this image real
Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel
Straining every nerve ending and everybody sees
That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be
And trying to avoid a taste of that reality
On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the hall
Showed to me a face I didn't know at all
Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wide
When I looked into the mouth there was nothing left inside
So I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh
As dawn light closed around me my head was still in gear
Thinking thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clear
Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smile
Maybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mile
That often comes to haunt me in the morning
F#m C#m B E
All my friends keep telling me that it would be a shame
E F#m C#m E
To break up such a grand success and tear apart a name
F#m C#m B E
But all I know is what I feel whenever I'm not playin'
F#m C#m B
Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain
Well now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess
If I can't spend my time with love I guess I need a rest
Time is getting late now and the sun is getting low
My body's getting tired of carryin' another's load
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road
:outro: E A 4x E B A F#m A E
moses321 :D
[email protected]
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