Buffalo Tom es un conjunto rock alternativo de Boston, Massachusetts, formado en los años 80. Sus componentes son el guitarrista Bill Janovitz, el bajista Chris Colbourn, y el baterista Tom Maginnis. El nombre del grupo esta sacado de la mezcla de Buffalo Springfield y el nombre de pila del baterista. La combinación de los dos es algo de una broma entre los miembros.
¡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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] ('Yoast' Nicasie) Subject: CRD/LYR: I'm Allowed - Buffalo Tom
Yesterday I posted a request for the lyrics to I'm allowed by Buffalo Tom. Thanks to Ben McTernan ([email protected]) I'm able to post the song (along with the chords I figured out myself). Just like an earlier post, I know the song from a semi-unplugged album from a Dutch radio show (2 Meter Sessies, vol.5, Radio Records 477702-2, distributed by Sony), so it can slightly differ from the original.
I'm allowed - Buffulo Tom
G - G/F#
EmAm Waited for an answer Am/BCGG/F# Cause I waited twenty-five years EmAm They stopped my bleeding Am/BCGG/F# But could never stop all those tears
EmAm Waiting for the day when Am/BCGG/F# You came out from beneath all that weight EmAm I've tried to lift it Am/BCGAmC But it seems I got there too late
GAmC Just too late GAmC Just too late GAmC I'm allowed
G - G/F#
Came to the party But I got my own signals crossed Thought I was welcome But I felt like I should get lost
Know that I'm older 'Cause I feel that everywhere I could talk to no one 'Cause I knew not one person there
No one's there They just stared 'Cause they're allowed
As vivid as a car-wreck Watch them dripping off highway ramps She came to me smiling With her heart underneath both her hands
She spoke of a French boy At least two times through the night It could have been the liquor Or the music, but that is alright