Biografia:
Ben Sollee é um cantor, letrista e violoncelista clássico americano. Sua música incorpora banjo, violão, percussão e violoncelo técnicas incomuns para criar uma singular mistura de folk, bluegrass, jazz e R&B.
Suas primeiras influências musicais foram Wilson Pickett, Ray Charles, Billie Holiday e Otis Redding. Mais tarde, ele descobriu a música folk.
Em 2005, juntou-se com Sollee Abigail Washburn (banjo e vocal), Bela Fleck (banjo) e Casey Driessen (violino) para formar o Quarteto Sparrow.
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Captivity (Inclusions)
The intro to this song always reminds of my little niece ;)
The CD version is in F# (I think this is mostly right)
Enjoy!
Tabbed by: Victor Schinazi
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(G)
The heat of my brain turns the iron bars around me to dust,
but when I come to my senses
(Bm > C)
It's a winter's day and there's just a little rust
(G)
I'm walking through the revolving doors in my mind
But no matter how hard I try
(Bm > C)
I can't seem to get out the other side
(PAUSE) (G)
Cause everywhere I look is looking back...
(Bm > C)
Ooooh oooh
(G)
I'm a holy man in a stained glass cathedral
but when I look in the mirror all I see is
(Bm > C)
cinder blocks and stainless steel
(G)
I got eight tailored suits waitin' for me
when I get back home...
(Bm > C)
if I ever get back home
G C G C
Everywhere I look is looking back to where I'm lookin'
(G) (C) (G)
when I get back to where I'm lookin' to go
(B) (C) (D) (G)
You can hold me captive for all these things I've done
(B) (C) (D)
but, I'm quite sure by now this ain't the only race I'm gonna run
(G)
She said she could never forget the look of my eyes
it's a misfortunate fortune that I'm in here
(Bm > C)
but at least I'm still alive
(G)
I once knew a man who traveled by the whistles' aim
It's been forty years now and
(Bm > C)
I just need someone to know my name
(G)
I sprint towards freedom, how else would you move that way?
but I ain't as fast as I used to be and the dogs are catching up
(Bm > C)
but I'm gonna die either way so I might as well die trying... Ooooh
G C G C
Everywhere I look is looking back to where I'm lookin'
(G) (C) (G)
when I get back to where I'm lookin' to go
The intro to this song always reminds of my little niece ;)
The CD version is in F# (I think this is mostly right)
Enjoy!
Tabbed by: Victor Schinazi
_______________________________________________
(G)
The heat of my brain turns the iron bars around me to dust,
but when I come to my senses
(Bm > C)
It's a winter's day and there's just a little rust
(G)
I'm walking through the revolving doors in my mind
But no matter how hard I try
(Bm > C)
I can't seem to get out the other side
(PAUSE) (G)
Cause everywhere I look is looking back...
(Bm > C)
Ooooh oooh
(G)
I'm a holy man in a stained glass cathedral
but when I look in the mirror all I see is
(Bm > C)
cinder blocks and stainless steel
(G)
I got eight tailored suits waitin' for me
when I get back home...
(Bm > C)
if I ever get back home
G C G C
Everywhere I look is looking back to where I'm lookin'
(G) (C) (G)
when I get back to where I'm lookin' to go
(B) (C) (D) (G)
You can hold me captive for all these things I've done
(B) (C) (D)
but, I'm quite sure by now this ain't the only race I'm gonna run
(G)
She said she could never forget the look of my eyes
it's a misfortunate fortune that I'm in here
(Bm > C)
but at least I'm still alive
(G)
I once knew a man who traveled by the whistles' aim
It's been forty years now and
(Bm > C)
I just need someone to know my name
(G)
I sprint towards freedom, how else would you move that way?
but I ain't as fast as I used to be and the dogs are catching up
(Bm > C)
but I'm gonna die either way so I might as well die trying... Ooooh
G C G C
Everywhere I look is looking back to where I'm lookin'
(G) (C) (G)
when I get back to where I'm lookin' to go
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