Biografia:
Born in Hawaii to a family of artists, Simone White spent her early years playing in the dirt and moving from town to town. Her mother was a folksinger, her father a sculptor, grandma was a burlesque performer and auntie was a pop song writer. Grandfather was a poet who favored the sonnet.
Drawn to the arts, Simone acted in plays and films, made photographs and wrote. Needing an instrument for the songs she wrote a cappella, Simone taught herself to play guitar.
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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!
Verse 1:
Bm D Bm
There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
D Bm
A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand
F# G
Till the soil plant the seed wait a while cut the leaf
Bm
And send another cup of tea to me
Verse 2:
Bm D Bm
I'm a spoiled child of the great imperialist state
D Bm
I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate
F# G
I never walked a mile to the well, when the tap runs dry to tell
Bm
What will become of you and me
Chorus:
C# Bm
What will become of us, who will give us trust
Em Bm F# G
Will you believe me when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
F#
That I felt shame when I looked the other way
Verse 3:
Bm D Bm
Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door
D Bm
Those capitalist pigs? No, they don't live here anymore
F#
Slipped out the back door into my car how far can you drive how far
Verse 4:
Bm D Bm
There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
D Bm
Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand
F# G
What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand
Bm
The world will not deliver on demand
Chorus:
C# Bm
What will become of us, who will give us trust
Em Bm F# G
Will you believe me when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
F#
That I felt shame when I looked the other way
Bm D Bm
There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
D Bm
A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand
F# G
Till the soil plant the seed wait a while cut the leaf
Bm
And send another cup of tea to me
Verse 2:
Bm D Bm
I'm a spoiled child of the great imperialist state
D Bm
I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate
F# G
I never walked a mile to the well, when the tap runs dry to tell
Bm
What will become of you and me
Chorus:
C# Bm
What will become of us, who will give us trust
Em Bm F# G
Will you believe me when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
F#
That I felt shame when I looked the other way
Verse 3:
Bm D Bm
Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door
D Bm
Those capitalist pigs? No, they don't live here anymore
F#
Slipped out the back door into my car how far can you drive how far
Verse 4:
Bm D Bm
There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
D Bm
Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand
F# G
What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand
Bm
The world will not deliver on demand
Chorus:
C# Bm
What will become of us, who will give us trust
Em Bm F# G
Will you believe me when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
F#
That I felt shame when I looked the other way
Sinead O'co (...)
Sing Sing Sing
Sing Street
Singto Numchok
Siniestro Total
Sistar19
Sista_prod
Sister Act
Sister Hazel
Sister Sledge