Warren William Zevon, cantautor estadounidense de ascendencia judía, nacido en Chicago, Illinois el 24 de enero 1947 y fallecido en Los Ángeles, California el 7 de septiembre 2004. Su particular punto de vista sobre la vida le hizo dar a sus canciones un tono oscuro y sórdido.
Tuvo una vida llena de altibajos, con constantes problemas en su vida personal (divorcios, alcoholismo, intentos de suicidio...) que se complementaban con un gran reconocimiento entre sus compañeros de profesión entre los que destacaban Bob Dylan
¡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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Date: Fri, 03 Oct 1997 04:53:13 +0000 (UT) From: Kevin Dutcher Subject: Song: Desperados Under the Eaves By: Warren Zevon To: [email protected]
Artist: Warren Zevon Song:Desperados Under the Eaves From: Warren Zevon (1st album) Transcribed by: Kevin Dutcher ([email protected])
FBbCFF/A I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel BbCDm I was staring in my empty coffee cup, AA7DmGm I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin', Fsus4FCsus4 C All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles, I'm gonna drink 'em up
BbCBbF And if California slides into the ocean, BbAmGmF Like the mystics and statistics say it will, Ddim6 AmGmF I predict this Motel will be standing, until I pay my bill. (Bb - C)
BbAmGmCF But don't the sun look angry through the trees, BbAmGmCDm Don't the trees look like crucified thieves, DmGm7 Don't you feel like desperados under the eaves, Gm7Csus4CFsus4F Heaven help the one who leaves.
GmDm Still waking up in the morning with shaking hands, FCDm And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me, AA7DmC But except in dreams you're never really free, BbAmGmCF Don't the sun look angry at me. BbCFF/A I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel, BbCDm I was listening to the air conditioner hum, It went,