Jeffrey Foucault (born January 1976 in Janesville, Wisconsin) is an American singer-songwriter grown out of the americana/folk troubadour tradition. Foucault's musical career was seeded at seventeen, when he began playing John Prine tunes on his father's beat up mail-order guitar, and spent long evenings in his bedroom, spinning piles of old records on a hand-me-down turntable. When he was 18 he stole a copy of Townes Van Zandt: Live and Obscure from a friend
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!
Verse 1 chords: CGAm Northbound 35, through the iron hills F Under infidel skies CGAmF It's two hundred miles to drive, you won't be home CGAm I saw an elsebound train On the overpass FCG In the driving rain, every ticket costs the same AmF For where you can't go
Chorus 1 chords: GFCG Mustang horses, champagne glasses AmFCG Anything frail anything wild F It's the price of living motion CG What's beautiful is broken AmFCGAmF And grace is just the measure of a fall
Verse 2: [use verse 1 chords] So I rolled into your town, I passed the smokestacks And the ore docks down off of Main and the sky spun around With her diamonds on fire We fought all night and then we danced, in your kitchen You were as much in my hands as water or darkness or nothing Can ever be held
Chorus 2: [use chorus 1 chords] Mustang horses, champagne glasses Anything frail anything wild It's the price of living motion What's beautiful is broken And grace is just the measure of a fall
Verse 3: [use verse 1 chords] It's just flashes that we own, little (Am)snapshots Made of breath and of bone And out on the darkling plain alone They light up the sky It's 51 and driving south, ain't it funny how things'll turn out I never even kissed you on the mouth when we said goodbye
Chorus 3: [use chorus 1 chords] Mustang horses, champagne glasses Anything frail anything wild It's the price of living motion What's beautiful is broken And grace is just the measure of a fall