San Francisco-based Americana artist is a self-taught guitar virtuoso and skilled songwriter. In addition to complex finger-picking styles akin to Leo Kottke and Paul Simon , Volpe's lyrics are nothing short of poetry. Witness an excerpt from "1849 Revisited": "For all along the river banks there lives/A residue collected in the weeds/It smells of tasteless regret: a faint glimpse/Of hearts that sold the life they own to lease". Volpe has also taught himself to play piano, banjo, bass and drums,
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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Chris Volpe Official Website: http://chrisvolpe.com/ Tabbed by: Brandon Peralta Email: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard [Capo on 3] All Chords Relative to Capo
Intro: AmCAmCAmCF G 2x
AmC I'm running madly, AmC I dont really know from what. AmC I've been living my whole life FGsus4 like some phrase at the tip of my tongue.
AmC Dont really know how to say it, AmC it's always just out of reach; AmC Stays locked away in my larynx FGsus4 along with my freedom of speech.
FG I'll use the rubber on my shoes, CC/BAm to erase all that I've done. FD And, if I just keep adding miles and miles to the soles, Gsus4 I can erase all that's gone wrong. AmEmFFm Some people write their stories with ink and a ballpoint pen. CC/BAmAm7/GFC But I'll use the rubber on my shoes till streets and rivers end.
CC/BAmAm7/GFC 3x
Intro 2x
[same as above:] I roam alone and restless, a ghost through the alleyways. Preyed upon by no one, but loved by just the same.
You might feel my touch: a cold breeze against your skin. But, you'll just unroll your shirt sleeves, and shiver, movin' on your way again.
I'll use the rubber on my shoes, to erase all that I've done. And, if I just keep adding miles and miles to the soles, I can erase all that's gone wrong. Some people write their novels with ink and a fountain pen. But, at dawn it's on the streets I'll don my words with my shoes in hand.
CC/BAmAm7/GFC 3x
I can't figure out the harmonica solo ending. I play it as G with fret 3 on the d string, and just move the baseline chromatically from E to G each note: