Jeffrey Foucault (born January 1976 in Janesville, Wisconsin) is an American singer-songwriter grown out of the americana/folk troubadour tradition. Foucault's musical career was seeded at seventeen, when he began playing John Prine tunes on his father's beat up mail-order guitar, and spent long evenings in his bedroom, spinning piles of old records on a hand-me-down turntable. When he was 18 he stole a copy of Townes Van Zandt: Live and Obscure from a friend
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!
CAmF All alone in a Mexican joint C In Mesa, Arizona Am With a mariachi band F On the jukebox C And an empty Corona Am And the sun gone down F In the pale thin pink Dm There’s no one to talk to
All I can think C Is your eyes are full of train smoke Am And your mouth tastes like rain F And I know when I know nothing Dm I will always know your name CC/B You’re my one and only one FC You’re my only one
Out here working In the neon lights Where the temperature is falling It’s hotel coffee Red-eye flights and Honey I’m your midnight ringer calling And the snow comes down From this desert sky And I tell everybody something But it’s usually good-bye But not you you’re my one You’re my only one
C Only one I want to talk to Am Only one I know to call F Only one who’s going to catch me Dm When my pride leads to a fall Bb You’re the sky all full of starlings FC And an ax blade shining in the sun Bb You’re the angel touched a coal F Against my lips C You’re my only one
Reel to reel The country rolls And the towns slide by Like ghost repeaters Of faded billboards & big-box stores Like a movie of an empty theater You look around and wonder When the seams are going to fail And how dear the cost of living Where everything’s for sale Except you you’re my one You’re my only one
And I’m all alone In a Mexican joint In Mesa, Arizona