Biografía:
Folksinger and songwriter Sinéad Lohan debuted in early 1995 with the album Who Do You Think I Am, scoring several major hits in her native Ireland with singles including "Sailing By" and the Bob Dylan cover "To Ramona."
After touring the UK in support of avowed fan Joan Baez, Lohan travelled to New Orleans to collaborate with producer Malcolm Burn; the resulting LP, No Mermaid, made the subject of an intense American major label bidding war, with the victorious Interscope issuing the record in mid-1998.
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This is a Bob Dylan song - beautifully sung by Sinead Lohan
Standard tuning. I play this with a very simple strumming pattern
G
Oh, Ramona come closer,
D
Shut softly your watery eyes
D
The pangs of your sadness
G
Will pass as your senses will rise
C
The flowers of the city
C
Though breath-like,
D
Get deathlike sometimes
D
And there's no use in trying
D
To deal with the dying
D G
Though I cannot express that in lines
G
Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss
D
To be by the strength of your skin
D
Your magnetic movements
G
Still capture the minutes I'm in
C
But it grieves my heart, love
C
To see you trying to be a part of
D
A world that just don't exist
D
It's all just a dream, babe
D
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
D G
That sucks you into feeling like this
G
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed
D
By worthless foam from the mouth
D
I can tell you are torn between staying
G
And returning back to the South
C
You've been fooled into thinking
C
The finishing end
D
Is at hand
D
But there's no one to beat you,
D
No one to defeat you
G
Just the thought of yourself feeling bad
G
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one
D
And no one is better than you
D
If you really believe that you know you have nothing
G
To win and nothing to lose
C
From fixtures and forces
C
And friends
D
Your sorrow does stem
D
They'll hype you and type you
D
Into making you feel
G
That you've gotta be just like them
G
I'd forever talk to you but soon my words
D
Would turn into a meaningless ring
D
And deep in my heart I know that
G
There is no help I can bring
C
But everything passes,
C
Everything changes
D
Just do what you think you should do
D
And who knows baby,
D
Someday maybe
G
I'll come and be crying to you
Standard tuning. I play this with a very simple strumming pattern
G
Oh, Ramona come closer,
D
Shut softly your watery eyes
D
The pangs of your sadness
G
Will pass as your senses will rise
C
The flowers of the city
C
Though breath-like,
D
Get deathlike sometimes
D
And there's no use in trying
D
To deal with the dying
D G
Though I cannot express that in lines
G
Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss
D
To be by the strength of your skin
D
Your magnetic movements
G
Still capture the minutes I'm in
C
But it grieves my heart, love
C
To see you trying to be a part of
D
A world that just don't exist
D
It's all just a dream, babe
D
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
D G
That sucks you into feeling like this
G
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed
D
By worthless foam from the mouth
D
I can tell you are torn between staying
G
And returning back to the South
C
You've been fooled into thinking
C
The finishing end
D
Is at hand
D
But there's no one to beat you,
D
No one to defeat you
G
Just the thought of yourself feeling bad
G
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one
D
And no one is better than you
D
If you really believe that you know you have nothing
G
To win and nothing to lose
C
From fixtures and forces
C
And friends
D
Your sorrow does stem
D
They'll hype you and type you
D
Into making you feel
G
That you've gotta be just like them
G
I'd forever talk to you but soon my words
D
Would turn into a meaningless ring
D
And deep in my heart I know that
G
There is no help I can bring
C
But everything passes,
C
Everything changes
D
Just do what you think you should do
D
And who knows baby,
D
Someday maybe
G
I'll come and be crying to you
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