Banda norte-americana formada em 1965 em San Francisco - capital do movimento hippie - que ficou famosa pelo seu estilo único porém, eclético. Suas composições envolviam elementos do rock, folk, bluegrass, blues, country, psicodélico e jazz.
A banda se apresentava em longos shows repletos de improvisação. 'A música deles alcança níveis que a maioria dos outros grupos sequer sabiam da existência.', escreveu Lenny Kaye, guitarrista de Patti Smith.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Cassidy
Weir/Barlow
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream. FBb I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream FBb Ah, child of countless trees. Fm7Bbm Ah, chile of boundless seas Fm7Bbm What you are; what you're meant to be Gm(add A) Bb
TYPED BY CURT WILSON [email protected] OR [email protected] Speaks his name, though you were born to me Gm(Add A) Bb Born to me, cassidy F
(Music is same for 2nd verse)
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back Come wash the nightime clean. Come grow the scorched ground green.
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine. Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, cassidy.
Quick beats in an icy heart BbF Catch-colt draws a coffin cart BbF There he goes and how here she starts BbF Hear her cry CGm7F Flight of the sea-birds CGm7F Scattered like the lost words CGm7F Wheel to the storm and fly CBbF Faring thee well, now let your life proceed by it's own design FBb Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine. FBb Faring thee well
Song ends with a jam in F
From: [email protected] (Alec Horgan) Subject: Re: REQ: TAB/CRD/LYR to Cassidy by Grateful Dead
FBb I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream,
FBb I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
Fm7BbmFm7Bbm Ah, child of countless trees, ah, child of boundless seas
GmBb What you are, what you're meant to be
GmBbF Speaks his name though you were born to me, born to me, Cassidy.
2. Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac, I can tell by the way you smile he is rolling back Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green Blow the horn and tap the tambourine, Close the gap on the dark years in between you and me, Cassidy.
BbFBbF Quick beats of an icy heart, catch colt(?) draws a coffin cart
BbFC There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry
Gm7FC Flight of the seabirds, Gm7FC Scattered like lost words
CBbF Wheel to the storm and fly
(Go through the verse chords again)
[2x]: FBb Faring the well now, let your life proceed by its own design FBb Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours I'm done with mine
Finally, go back to the "flight of the seabirds" bit and end on "fly"
That, more or less, is it. Good luck.
Alec
-- "Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself." ---George Santayana, _The Ethics of Spinoza_
To: guitar CASSIDY- The Grateful Dead
EA I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream EA I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream EmAm Ah, child of countless trees EmAm Ah, child of boundless seas F#m/G#Am What you are, what you're meant to be F#m/G#A Speaks his name, though you were born to me AE Born to me, Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac I can tell by the way you smiled, he is rolling back Come wash the nightime clean Come grow the scorched ground green Blow the horn, tap the tambourine Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, cassidy
BRIDGE: AE Quick beats in an icy heart AE Catch-colt draws a coffin cart AE There he goes and now here she starts B Hear her cry F#m7EB (Do do do) Flight of the seabird F#m7EB (Do do do) Scattered like the lost words F#m7EBE (Do do do) Wheel to the storm and fly
EA Fare thee well, now let your life proceed by it's own design EA Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine (repeat)
NOTE: This is ripped off of a previous posting, but I prefer this key. (from Ace by Bob Weir, 1972) (sent by Harlan at [email protected])