Biografia:
Willie Stratton & The Boarding Party is a howling, seething hurricane of ferocious folk music. Featuring furious harmonies with rapid fire banjo picking and the occasional swirling organ and hellish accordion playing, The Boarding Party work their hardest to summon musical storms from the eastern seaboard to knock your boredom stone cold dead.
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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!
Dm F
Oh my November
Bb F Bb F
You're running through the fog, through the trees through the bog
Dm F
Oh do you remember?
Bb F Bb F
I wrote you a song as we were running along into the night
Dm Am Bb
Dm F
Oh can you hear the wind blow?
Bb F Bb F
As we're walking one by one, t'wards the new rising sun
Dm F
Oh I need to know
Bb F Bb F
If all these monsters under my bed are really thoughts inside my head
Dm Am Bb
Dm F
Oh I won't surrender
Bb F Bb F
I don't want to eat your meals, I'm not going to swallow your pills
Dm F
Oh I'm an ocean of ink
Bb F Bb F
When I'm quiet as a mouse to hear the creaks in your house
From http://www.williestratton.com/november copyright Willie Stratton
Oh my November
Bb F Bb F
You're running through the fog, through the trees through the bog
Dm F
Oh do you remember?
Bb F Bb F
I wrote you a song as we were running along into the night
Dm Am Bb
Dm F
Oh can you hear the wind blow?
Bb F Bb F
As we're walking one by one, t'wards the new rising sun
Dm F
Oh I need to know
Bb F Bb F
If all these monsters under my bed are really thoughts inside my head
Dm Am Bb
Dm F
Oh I won't surrender
Bb F Bb F
I don't want to eat your meals, I'm not going to swallow your pills
Dm F
Oh I'm an ocean of ink
Bb F Bb F
When I'm quiet as a mouse to hear the creaks in your house
From http://www.williestratton.com/november copyright Willie Stratton
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