Patti Rothberg (born 1972) is a New York-based singer, songwriter, recording artist, multi-instrumentalist, and painter/artist.
Born in New York City, Rothberg grew up in Scarsdale N.Y., playing piano from the age of 3 and writing songs by the age of 15, joining a high school Rod Stewart covers band. She later travelled through Europe and America, busking to support herself (an activity which would later inform the lyrics to the title song of her debut album, "Between the 1 and the 9").
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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(A is the A string played open, D is x5777x, E is x7999x, B is 799877)
[verse]:
D(V)E(VII)B(VII) black clouds in a summer fire black clothes in your memory your wicked plastic smile
D(V)E(VII)B(VII)A(V) A transparency G(III)E(0) D(V)E(VII)B(VII) the fire's dancing just like me
D(V)E(VII)B(VII) nightfall used to be your ocean and I your bridge across I survived your deadly potion
D(V)E(VII)B(VII)A(V) only you can feel the loss
G(III)E(0) D(V)E(VII)B(VII) now you're looking to me to be your boss D(V)E(VII)B(VII)A(V)
[chorus]: B(VII)E(0) you can see me flicker in the light of your eyes A(V)E(0) and I wont be a victim of your terrible lies B(VII)E(0) you can find me dancing by the light of the moon A(V)E(0) D(V)E(VII)B(VII) but you wont find me coming back to you, too soon
hot summer has come to meet you right there where you left it last the sweep of loud cicadas that sense of summers past you take the green right from the grass