Um cantor/compositor conhecido por seu rico e expressivo barítono, o nativo de Nova Jérsei John Gorka foi uma das principais luzes do novo movimento do folk. John começou sua carreira enquanto frequentava a faculdade em Pensilvânia no começo dos anos 80, aparecendo em noites de open-mike em um café local antes de eventualmente formar seu próprio grupo, The Razzy Dazzy Spasm Band. Logo ele caiu na estrada, performando pela Costa Leste de cima
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!
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Flying Red Horse by John Gorka (capo 2nd fret)
CG The flying red horse from the gasoline wars FCG Took off from her station in the sun CG Turning her back on the pack at the pump FGC She jumped down from the sign to run AmGFG Full serve attendants were spilling their hoses AmGF (G) Self-serve was doing the same AmGFG The manager dialed the emergency numbers AmGF Insurance man won't take the claim
The sight of a horse crossing highways is frightening But not with the breed that can fly She's risen up to the level of oak trees Too low for the radar man's eyes
I am not much of a joiner she says That's not where I draw my strength Some of the go for the depth of field While most of them go for the length
Me I will go for the hard combination 'Cause I have some need to belong But I'm leaving this unkind of sign life behind me I'll take what is mine and be gone
If you see something red flash across the horizon It's not that your eyes aren't right She's taking her place with the red-tailed hawks And the broad winged birds in flight
The flying red horse from the ruby red north Took off from her station to the south And I swear to you that this story is true I heard it right from her mouth
They think they can tame you, name you and frame you Aim you where you don't belong They know where you've been but not where you're going And that is the source of the songs (hum tune and fade)
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