Stanley Allison Rogers (November 29, 1949 – June 2, 1983) was a Canadian folk musician and songwriter.
Rogers was noted for his rich, baritone voice and his traditional-sounding songs which were frequently inspired by Canadian history and the daily lives of working people, especially those from the fishing villages of the Maritime provinces and, later, the farms of the Canadian prairies and Great Lakes. Rogers died in a fire aboard Air Canada Flight 797 on the ground at the Greater Cincinnati Airport at the age of 33.
¡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] (Chris Butler) Subject: CRD: Stan Rogers - Lies
Lies - Words & Music by Stan Rogers ---- GD/F# At last the kids are gone now for the day EmCGD/F# She reaches for the coffee as the school bus pulls away GD/F# Another day to tend the house and plan EmCGD/F# For Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man
GD/F# Sure was a bitter winter, but Friday will be fine EmC And maybe last year's Easter dress will serve her one more time GD/F# She'd pass for twenty-nine but for her eyes AmD/F#G But Winter lines are telling wicked lies
Chorus: AmG/BCDCGAmD/F# All lies.... All those lines, they're telling wicked lies AmG/BCDC Lies.... All lies.... G Too many lines there in that face AC Too many to erase or to disguise D/F#G * D * AmG/BCDC They must be telling lies
Is this the face that won for her the man Whose amazed and clumsy fingers slipped that ring upon her hand No need to search that wirror for the years The menace in their message shouts across the blur of tears
So is this beauty's finish? Like Rodin's "Belle Heaulmiere"? The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care Well, after seven kids, that's no surprise But why cannot the mirror tell her lies?
Chorus
She shakes off the bitter web she wove Turns and puts the mirror gently face down by the stove She gathers up her apron in her hand Pours a cup of coffee, drips Carnation from the can
And thinks ahead to Friday, 'cause Friday will be fine When she'll look up in that weathered face that loves hers line for line To see the maiden shining in his eyes And laugh at how the mirror tells her lies
Chorus x 2
Notes:
* means same chord, new measure
For the chords in the chorus (Am G/B C D C), I usually play about one strum each - do whatever sounds good.
D/F#: 200232 G/B: x20030 (or plain G works well, too)
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