Aunque Concrete Blonde surgió en Los Ángeles en 1982 (como Dream 6), el grupo no publicó ningún LP hasta 1987. Su insistente control creativo les creó problemas con muchas discográficas, pero I.R.S. asumió el riesgo publicando su debut homónimo, que sonó demasiado a The Pretenders. Dos años más tarde, "Free" se reveló como un trabajo más sólido donde brilló la composición de Johnette Napolitano. El álbum produjo el éxito para adolescentes
¡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!
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From [email protected] Sun Apr 27 11:12:59 1997 Date: Fri, 18 Apr 1997 18:36:55 -0700 From: Oh' C To: [email protected] Subject: Tab: City Screaming by Concrete Blonde
Song: City Screaming Band: Concrete Blonde Album: Walking In London Written by: Johnette Napolitano Tabbed by: [email protected]
Main Rythm Figure
3|5--7-7--5-7| |--5-5---5-----------------------------| 4|5--7-7--5-7| or |8------8-| or even |10--12-12--10-12--|
Chorus
A# - A# - A# - A - A - A - A# - A# - A# - C - C - C
Bridge
E
Solo is quite easy to figure out. Stay in, I think, the E scale.
Lyrics
Been on the bus, since a quarter to one. I'm baking like a chicken on the bus in the setting sun. Home home, home, under the window. Is the a shot or a car? I don't know! I don't know! I DON'T KNOW!
The city smokes and city chokes and crackin' open, I hear the city screaming!
Twenty-four hours, all night all day. The city hums and boils and cracks and beats away. Stir 'em around, stick 'em over the fire. No wonder everybody strung up tighter than a goddamn piano wire.
The city smokes and city chokes and crackin' open, I hear the city screaming!
Crack the whip and Mr. Jack the Knife, Were doing their trip on the corner underneath the streetlight late last night. What if the homeboys just take it on home sweet home. Well you can blow your own selves away but leave the rest of us alone.
The city cries and city dies, dehumanizing, I hear the city screaming! I hear the city screaming!