Margie Adam is one of the pioneers of the Women's Music movement. She was born in Lompoc, California, USA, in 1947.
Ms. Adam began playing the piano at a very early age. In 1973, while attending the Sacramento Women's Music Festival, she performed during the open mic session and so began her career as a professional musician and composer. Soon, she was involved in the Women's Music movement, a school of music which uses the art form as a means of political and social as well as artistic expression.
¡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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## #130 {title:The Unicorn Song} {st:Margie Adam} [G]When I was gr[D]owing up My b[Em]est friend was a [B]unicorn, The [C]others smiled at [G]me and called me [D]crazy. [G]But I was [D]not upset By k[Em]nowing I did [B]not conform, I [C]always thought their s[G]eeing must be [D]hazy.
[Em]The unic[Am7]orn and I would w[D]ile away the [G]hours, [Em]Playing, dancing, and ro[A7]mancing [B]in the wild flowers. And we'd sing: [C]Seeing is believing [G]In the things you see. [Em]Loving is bel[Am7]ieving in the [Em7]ones [Am7]you [G]love. [C]Seeing is believing [G]In the things you see. [Em]Loving is bel[Am7]ieving in the [Em7]ones [Am7]you [G]love.
When I was seventeen My best friend was the northern star, The others asked why I was always dreaming. But I did not reply, I found my thoughts were very far Away from daily hurts and fears and scheming.
The northern star and I would share our dreams together, Laughing, sighing, sometimes crying in all kinds of weather. And we'd sing: Seeing is believing In the things you see. Loving is believing in the ones you love. Seeing is believing In the things you see. Loving is believing in the ones you love.
And now that I am grown, My best friend lives inside of me, The others smile at me and called me crazy. But I am not upset, For long ago I found the key, I always known their seeing must be hazy.
My friend inside and I, we wile away the hours, Playing, dancing, and romancing in the wild flowers. And we sing: Seeing is believing In the things you see. Loving is believing in the ones you love. Seeing is believing In the things you see. Loving is believing in the ones you love.