Biografía:
Wallflowers es una banda formada en Los Ángeles (EE. UU.) a principios de los 90, compuesta por el vocalista y guitarrista Jakob Dylan (hijo de Bob Dylan), Fred Eltringham (batería), Rami Jaffee (teclado) y Greg Richling (bajo). Practican un rock honesto, con baladas hábiles y perspicaces y fuertes pinceladas de soul.
Jakob Dylan formó en un principio Wallflowers junto al guitarrista Tobi Miller, el teclista Rami Jaffee, el bajista Barrie Maguire y Peter Yanowitz a la batería.
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Wallflowers
Bringing Down the Horse 199
One Headlight
G D
So long ago I don't remember when
F#m Bm
That's when they say I lost my only friend
G D
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
F#m Bm
As I listened through the cemetery trees
G D F#m Bm
G D
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
F#m Bm
The long broken arm of human law
G D
Now it always seemed such a waste She always had a pretty face
F#m Bm
I wondered how she hung around this place
G G F#m
F#m
Hey,
G
come on try a little
D
Nothing is forever
Em A
got to be something better than
G
In the middle
D
me Cinderella
Em
put it all together
A
We can drive it home
G
With one headlight
G
She said it's cold
D
It feels like Independence Day
F#m Bm
And I can't break away from this parade
G
But there's got to be an opening
D
Somewhere here in front of me
F#m Bm
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
G
And I seen the sun up ahead
D
At the county line bridge
F#m Bm
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
G
We'll run until she's out of breath
D
She ran until there's nothin' left
F#m Bm
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge
G G F#m
F#m
Hey,
G
come on try a little
D
Nothing is forever
Em A
got to be something better than
G
In the middle
D
me Cinderella
Em
put it all together
A
We can drive it home
G
With one headlight
G
Well this place is old
D
It feels just like a beat up truck
F#m Bm
I turn the engine but the engine doesn't turn
G
Well it smells of cheap wine cigarettes
D
This place is always such a mess
F#m Bm
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
G D
I'm so alone and I feel just like somebody else
F#m Bm
Man I ain't changed but I know I ain't the same
G D
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
F#m Bm
I think her death it must be killin' me
G G F#m
F#m
Hey,
G
come on try a little
D
Nothing is forever
Em A
got to be something better than
G
In the middle
D
me Cinderella
Em
put it all together
A
We can drive it home
G
With one headlight
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Wander Wildner
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Warren G
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