Biografia:
A San Francisco CA based singing duo of Jim Brunberg & Jeff Pehrson who in the early 1990's first met & offered their tunes via open mics in cafes near Golden Gate Park. After being well received, and garnering much press, eventually they moved onto larger venues and shared bills with well known touring Jam Band scene acts. They self released their "self titled" debut CD in 1994 and in 1995 they were named "group of the year" by the National Academy of Songwriters.
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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!
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Date: 13 Apr 98 18:16:54 -0700
From: "Parker Lord"
Subject: b/box_set/sundays.pro
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# Sundays, Performed by Box Set
# Transcribed by Parker Lord
# Comments to: [email protected]
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{t:Sundays}
{st:Box Set}
Capo 3
[G]I met a sister in the [Am]dead of night
A gin-soaked smile, [C]worn just right
Her eyes half-blazed with the [D]color of the rising [G]sun
"Please help keep my [Am]baby fed"
A parade of silence [C]filled my head
I walked on past, my c[D]onscience keeps me on the [G]run--
{soc}
Well my [D]eyes have seen the [C]coming of this [G]feeling
Where's your pity [Am]now? You've lost the strength some[C]how
When you've [D]swallowed so much [C]shit your head is [G]reeling
and you don't feel a [Am]thing no more
Immune to all life [C]has in store
[Am]Are there Sundays [G]now? [Am] [C] [D] [G]
{eoc}
[G]I met a brother on the [Am]picket line
Blistered hands a [C]lot like mine
Leathered skin worn [D]in by the lessons of [G]age
I'll fight the man to my [Am]dying day
Scabs walk in and [C]take my pay
I pray this story even [D]makes it to the second [G]page--
Chorus
[D]Like an angel fell by [Em]sin,
once you're gone it's [C]so damn hard
to [G]get back up a[D]gain
and I've seen my feelings whirl [Em]away
Don't look now, you're [C]headed for a [G]drop that falls [D]like [C]rain
[G] [Am] [D] [G]
I met a woman with a [Am]frozen smile
took her hand and [C]walked a while
Swore out loud the [D]woman was the world to [G]me
A year or two went [Am]through the door
I couldn't feel her [C]anymore
I knew deep down to[D]morrow was the place to [G]be--
Chorus
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the#
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
#-----------------------------------------------------------------------------#
Date: 13 Apr 98 18:16:54 -0700
From: "Parker Lord"
Subject: b/box_set/sundays.pro
#
# Sundays, Performed by Box Set
# Transcribed by Parker Lord
# Comments to: [email protected]
#
{t:Sundays}
{st:Box Set}
Capo 3
[G]I met a sister in the [Am]dead of night
A gin-soaked smile, [C]worn just right
Her eyes half-blazed with the [D]color of the rising [G]sun
"Please help keep my [Am]baby fed"
A parade of silence [C]filled my head
I walked on past, my c[D]onscience keeps me on the [G]run--
{soc}
Well my [D]eyes have seen the [C]coming of this [G]feeling
Where's your pity [Am]now? You've lost the strength some[C]how
When you've [D]swallowed so much [C]shit your head is [G]reeling
and you don't feel a [Am]thing no more
Immune to all life [C]has in store
[Am]Are there Sundays [G]now? [Am] [C] [D] [G]
{eoc}
[G]I met a brother on the [Am]picket line
Blistered hands a [C]lot like mine
Leathered skin worn [D]in by the lessons of [G]age
I'll fight the man to my [Am]dying day
Scabs walk in and [C]take my pay
I pray this story even [D]makes it to the second [G]page--
Chorus
[D]Like an angel fell by [Em]sin,
once you're gone it's [C]so damn hard
to [G]get back up a[D]gain
and I've seen my feelings whirl [Em]away
Don't look now, you're [C]headed for a [G]drop that falls [D]like [C]rain
[G] [Am] [D] [G]
I met a woman with a [Am]frozen smile
took her hand and [C]walked a while
Swore out loud the [D]woman was the world to [G]me
A year or two went [Am]through the door
I couldn't feel her [C]anymore
I knew deep down to[D]morrow was the place to [G]be--
Chorus
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Boy Baldomaro
Boy Epic
Boy Hits Car
Boy Kiss Girl