¡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!
Am
It was a quiet dark night on an empty street
Dm
somewhere in London City
Am
Jenny walked alone she was dragging her feet
Dm7
she was heading back home to sleep
Am
Well she knew this town she knew this floor
Dm
because she’d walked it about a thousand times before
Am Dm7
She wanted to escape can you blame
[Strumming]
Am
Well on the very same night in a different place
Dm
there walked a hooded young youth by the name of James
Am
He was 1 years old and out of his brain
Dm7
he’d been smoking ganja with the boys
Am
James he grew up to be a kid of the street
Dm
his mates called him screech he was quick on his feet
Am
He was a liar a thief at fourteen years old
Dm7
the devil had set his sights on his soul
[Pattern]
Am
As Jenny walked home all alone she felt scared
Dm
Usually she was alright but it was like
there was something in the air
Am
A divine intervention telling her to beware
Dm7 N.C.
Or maybe intuition bugging her and making her so scared
Am
Sirens sound in the distance to the beat of Jenny’s feet
Dm
A symphony of the night that echoes crime on London’s streets
Am
Jenny turns a corner their eyes they meet
Dm7 N.C.
Our poor girl Jenny and a boy named Screech
[Strumming]
Am
“Give me all your money bitch Give it to me
Dm
If you co-operate then you’ll soon be free
Am N.C.
I want your purse your phone don’t fucking look at me
Dm7 N.C.
I mean it bitch Are you listening to me ”
[Pattern]
Am
Jenny freezes statue like a lady shaped stalagmite
Dm
Fear like liquid nitrogen in the dark night
Am Dm7
She tried to find strength to move but stayed as still as a statue in high heeled shoes
[Strumming]
Am
“What the hell you playing at You playing games with me
Dm N.C.
I swear to fucking god I’ll slice the rosy off your cheeks
Am
You think I don’t mean it girl You don’t know me
Dm7 N.C.
The last thing you see will be a boy called…”
[Pattern]
Am
Screech reached for the sheath of the blade with the teeth
Dm
That could bite through steal and slice concrete
Am
And he swung possessed with the devil in his chest
Dm7*
And the statue she was turned to butter in a breath…
strike each chord only once
Am
It was a quiet dark night
Dm N.C.
on an empty street somewhere in London city
Am7
Jenny lay still on the cold concrete
Dm7
She’s found somewhere to sleep
Am7
Well she knew this town she knew this floor
Dm7
Because she’d walked it about a thousand times before
Em7 F Am6
I guess that she escaped… it’s such a shame
Renaud
Rend Collective (...)
Rene Aubry
Renee
Renee Goust
Return
Reuben Koops
Reverend & T (...)
Reverend Horton (...)
Revizul