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They draw freely from the old school and the old world, but The Waybacks are no throwback. They've been erroneously pigeonholed as a bluegrass band and celebrated as purveyors of "acoustic mayhem." They are as uninhibited and unpredictable as the eclectic San Francisco Bay area that claims them, and for nearly a decade, their experiments have always proven sharp-witted and musically dazzling. They're living proof that in music anyway, evolution and intelligent design are entirely compatible.
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¡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!
{MELODY (FIRST PART)}
D5/A G C D5/A
Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would never be sick or slain
C G D G C G D5/A
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the apple gray
D5/A G C G D5/A
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day
{MELODY (FIRST PART)}
D5/A G C D5/A
And lo neath the long green grassy mound laid the bones of his noble steed
C G D G C G D5/A
Gone to their graves are his brindled hounds that were never matched for speed
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Freed to the wind were his gray hawks wings never to be seen again
D5/A G C G D5/A
Lost were the songs that the young men sing as they ride over plains
{THE WITCH OF THE WESTMERELAND MELODY}
D5/A G C D5/A
The rowan shield burned on his breast as the old man rode again
C G D G C G D5/A
Over the rocky Kirkstone crest in the howling wind and rain
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Weary the step of his garret stride as they slowly wended down to
D5/A G C G D5/A
The banks of the winding water's side all under a palely moon
D5/A G C D5/A
Cold was the crack of the raven's cry that echoed from the fell
C G D G C G D5/A
Fierce were the flames of the morning sky as the burning gates of hell
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Over his breast on the mantle white the rowan shield burned red
D5/A G C G D5/A
That bare in the rays of the dawning light the berries burst and bled
{FULL MELODY}
D5/A G C D5/A
Oh where is your hawk and your brindled hounds came the screeching owlets call
C G D G C G D5/A
Gone to the dank and wormy ground that will lie consume us all
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Where is the maid of the jet-black mare who held me fast in sleep
D5/A G C G D5/A
Under the long dark winding mere she rests in the watery deep
D5/A G C D5/A
He's laid his hand on hunting horn and with his dying breath
C G D G C G D5/A
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
D5/A C G Em D5/A
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his gray hawk mew
D5/A G C G D5/A
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly gray hounds flew
{INSTRUMENTAL + SWITCH TO KEY OF A}
B4/E A D B4/E
He has gathered a snatch of the golden rod all withered in the wood
D A E A D A B4/E
And scattered it over the water's brim where his ghostly gray hound stood
B4/E D A F#m B4/E
Flecked was the coat of the live black mare that rose from the watery deep
B4/E A D A B4/E
White were the locks of the maiden's hair and her brown eyes heavy with sleep
B4/E A D B4/E
Waly waly my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
D A E A D A B4/E
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast
B4/E D A F#m B4/E
Climb from your silver saddle down and swing to my back astride
B4/E A D A B4/E
Gather your hawk and your brindled hounds and together we will ride
{ THE WITCH OF THE WESTMERELAND MELODY X2}
B4/E A D B4/E
His saddle cloth was the velvet blue trimmed round with a silver chain
D A E A D A B4/E
He's kissed her pale lips once and twice, and three times round again
B4/E D A F#m B4/E
And over the lake with his hound at heel and his good gray hawk in hand
B4/E A D A B4/E
Rode the knight of the blood red rowan shield and the witch of the Westmereland
D5/A G C D5/A
Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would never be sick or slain
C G D G C G D5/A
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the apple gray
D5/A G C G D5/A
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day
{MELODY (FIRST PART)}
D5/A G C D5/A
And lo neath the long green grassy mound laid the bones of his noble steed
C G D G C G D5/A
Gone to their graves are his brindled hounds that were never matched for speed
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Freed to the wind were his gray hawks wings never to be seen again
D5/A G C G D5/A
Lost were the songs that the young men sing as they ride over plains
{THE WITCH OF THE WESTMERELAND MELODY}
D5/A G C D5/A
The rowan shield burned on his breast as the old man rode again
C G D G C G D5/A
Over the rocky Kirkstone crest in the howling wind and rain
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Weary the step of his garret stride as they slowly wended down to
D5/A G C G D5/A
The banks of the winding water's side all under a palely moon
D5/A G C D5/A
Cold was the crack of the raven's cry that echoed from the fell
C G D G C G D5/A
Fierce were the flames of the morning sky as the burning gates of hell
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Over his breast on the mantle white the rowan shield burned red
D5/A G C G D5/A
That bare in the rays of the dawning light the berries burst and bled
{FULL MELODY}
D5/A G C D5/A
Oh where is your hawk and your brindled hounds came the screeching owlets call
C G D G C G D5/A
Gone to the dank and wormy ground that will lie consume us all
D5/A C G Em D5/A
Where is the maid of the jet-black mare who held me fast in sleep
D5/A G C G D5/A
Under the long dark winding mere she rests in the watery deep
D5/A G C D5/A
He's laid his hand on hunting horn and with his dying breath
C G D G C G D5/A
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
D5/A C G Em D5/A
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his gray hawk mew
D5/A G C G D5/A
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly gray hounds flew
{INSTRUMENTAL + SWITCH TO KEY OF A}
B4/E A D B4/E
He has gathered a snatch of the golden rod all withered in the wood
D A E A D A B4/E
And scattered it over the water's brim where his ghostly gray hound stood
B4/E D A F#m B4/E
Flecked was the coat of the live black mare that rose from the watery deep
B4/E A D A B4/E
White were the locks of the maiden's hair and her brown eyes heavy with sleep
B4/E A D B4/E
Waly waly my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
D A E A D A B4/E
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast
B4/E D A F#m B4/E
Climb from your silver saddle down and swing to my back astride
B4/E A D A B4/E
Gather your hawk and your brindled hounds and together we will ride
{ THE WITCH OF THE WESTMERELAND MELODY X2}
B4/E A D B4/E
His saddle cloth was the velvet blue trimmed round with a silver chain
D A E A D A B4/E
He's kissed her pale lips once and twice, and three times round again
B4/E D A F#m B4/E
And over the lake with his hound at heel and his good gray hawk in hand
B4/E A D A B4/E
Rode the knight of the blood red rowan shield and the witch of the Westmereland
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