Biografia:
Vindo das montanhas Catskill do norte do estado de Nova Iorque, The Felice Brothers mistura folk, americana e roots rock revivalista em um som unicamente térreo. Ian, Simone e James Felice cresceram no Hudson River Valley, várias milhas distantes da aldeia musical de Woodstock. Tais ícones como Bob Dylan e The Band outrora encontraram inspiração na região, e os jovens Felice foram guiados por uma musa similar, reunindo-se a cada tarde de domingo para sessões musicais e refeições na casa de seus pais.
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Outras músicas:
- The Devil Is Real
- Aerosol Ball
- All When We Were Young
- Back In The Dancehalls
- Ballad Of Lou The Welterweight
- Ballad Of Lou Welterweight
- Bird On Broken Wing
- Boy From Lawrence County
- Carriage
- Cherry Licorice
- Christmas Song
- Constituents
- Cooperstown
- Country Ham
- Cumberland Gap
- Dancing On The Wing
- Dead Dog
- Diamond Bell
- Dont Wake The Scarecrow
- Dream On
- Forever Green
- Frankies Gun
- Greatest Show On Earth
- Her Eyes Dart Around
- Hey Hey Revolver
- Jack At The Asylum
- Katie Dear
- Lady Day
- Life In The Dark
- Lincoln Continental
- Little Ann
- Love Me Tenderly
- Marie
- Meadow Of A Dream
- Mercy
- Murder By Mistletoe
- Oliver Stone
- Oxycontin
- Penn Station
- Plunder
- Ponzi
- Radio Song
- Rise And Shine
- River Jordan
- Rockefeller Druglaw Blues
- Roll On Arte
- Ruby Mae
- Run Chicken Run
- Saturday Night
- Sell The House
- Silver In The Shadow
- Steal A Memory
- The Mating Of The Doves
- Tip Your Way
- Trouble Been Hard
- Whiskey In My Whiskey
- White Limo
- Wonderful Life
- Your Belly In My Arms
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!
Capo on 4
Standard tuning
Cadd2/B
e|------
B|--1---
G|------
D|------
A|--2---
E|------
C Em G F
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose,
C Cadd2/B F C G
let me love you from behind, my darling.
C Em G F
Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose,
C Cadd2/B F C G
we´re going down to my bout, my darling.
(Same chord progression throughout)
Before the bell would ring
he had a way like Errol Flynn
as he sauntered to the ring
with a sheet on.
But the late rounds scared the girl,
heaven knows she thought the world of Lou,
it was hard to see him swaying
in the neon.
Joey was a no-one,
just some big dumb kid from Flushing.
He had a face like an ugly bull,
always pouting.
He hit Louie kind of low
and he stumbled on the ropes
as the bookies blocked the rows,
shouting.
Powder your nose,
pull off your pantyhose,
let me love you from behind,
my Darling.
Powder your nose,
pull on your pantyhose,
we're going down to my bout,
my Darling.
The blows were hard and loud,
he could hardly hear the crowd
in the bleachers where they howled,
they were cheering.
I remember in the eighth,
it was clear that Lou was fading,
when something caught his eye
by the ceiling.
He saw her as she spoke
through the shifty yellow smoke,
she said: Louie you look bad,
are you dying?
But Louie could not answer,
his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
and then they slowly sealed
in silence.
Powder your nose,
pull off your pantyhose,
let me love you from behind,
my Darling.
Powder your nose,
pull on your pantyhose,
we're going down to my bout,
my Darling.
e-mail: [email protected]
Standard tuning
Cadd2/B
e|------
B|--1---
G|------
D|------
A|--2---
E|------
C Em G F
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose,
C Cadd2/B F C G
let me love you from behind, my darling.
C Em G F
Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose,
C Cadd2/B F C G
we´re going down to my bout, my darling.
(Same chord progression throughout)
Before the bell would ring
he had a way like Errol Flynn
as he sauntered to the ring
with a sheet on.
But the late rounds scared the girl,
heaven knows she thought the world of Lou,
it was hard to see him swaying
in the neon.
Joey was a no-one,
just some big dumb kid from Flushing.
He had a face like an ugly bull,
always pouting.
He hit Louie kind of low
and he stumbled on the ropes
as the bookies blocked the rows,
shouting.
Powder your nose,
pull off your pantyhose,
let me love you from behind,
my Darling.
Powder your nose,
pull on your pantyhose,
we're going down to my bout,
my Darling.
The blows were hard and loud,
he could hardly hear the crowd
in the bleachers where they howled,
they were cheering.
I remember in the eighth,
it was clear that Lou was fading,
when something caught his eye
by the ceiling.
He saw her as she spoke
through the shifty yellow smoke,
she said: Louie you look bad,
are you dying?
But Louie could not answer,
his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
and then they slowly sealed
in silence.
Powder your nose,
pull off your pantyhose,
let me love you from behind,
my Darling.
Powder your nose,
pull on your pantyhose,
we're going down to my bout,
my Darling.
e-mail: [email protected]
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