Aclamado desde la pequeña ciudad de Moscow , Idaho, las canciones de Josh Ritter son un extraño regalo de belleza natural, intuitiva. Nacido a finales de los 70 de padres neurocientíficos, Josh se compró su primera guitarra en el K-Mart tras escuchar el clásico de Bob Dylan y Johnny Cash “Girl From the North Country”. Comenzó en el Oberlin College con la intención de seguir los pasos de sus padres científicos, pero en su lugar se descubrió componiendo la música de artistas como Gillian Welch, Townes Van Zandt y Leonard Cohen.
¡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!
Verse 1 chords: CFGCFG Unaware, the nightmare sleep, on what fodder do they feed? CFGCFC For two long weeks I stayed awake, until I saw one cross your face, yeah
Interlude: [Intro chords]x2
Verse 2: [use verse 1 chords] I knew that you had been untrue, I didn't know how, but I knew, well Who you spoke to in your dreams, cause never had you spoke to me like that Unaware, the nightmare sleep, on what fodder do they feed? I followed them back down to hell, and I spent some time down there myself
Interlude: [Intro chords]x2
Verse 3: [use verse 1 chords] Nightmares have their dreams as well, when they sleep they go to hell And they drink their fill on lakes of blood, and canter 'cross their skull-paved mud and Nurse their little colts on flies, their cultish teeth, like kitchen knives Look down from abysmal cliffs, they're dead by the lead wind riffed, on Denizens too deep to see you, on dreams nightmares, nightmares be, yeah Unaware, the nightmare sleep, on what fodder do they feed? I'd been awake so long by then, they thought that I was one of them
Interlude: [Intro chords]x4
Verse 4: [use verse 1 chords] Nightmares cannot be rib-caged, midnight's just a steeple chase down, Silver needles half will go, pin your navel to your soul and The other half will go instead, gallop across the kicked up bed and Find the one who's sleeping sound, and Drag him down, drag him down Drag him down, oh drag him down Drag him down, oh drag him down
Verse 5: [use verse 1 chords] Drag him down where I got took, and though he may not wanna look I sift hell for an equal pain, shard-born beetles boiling rain I prop his eyes and down them feed the same hell he first fed to me, now I know where the nightmare sleep, on what fodder do they feed? I followed them back down to hell, I spent some time down there myself
Outro: [use verse 1 chords] I know where the nightmare sleep I know where the nightmare sleep I know where the nightmare sleep I know where the nightmare sleep I know where the nightmare sleep I know where the nightmare sleep