Biografia:
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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]
G Am G C
I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
G Em Am D
With a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams.
G Am G C
"Take your time," said my father, "stop rushing like hell,
G Em D7 G
And remember all's not what it seems to be.
D Em C G
For there's fellas who'd cut you for the coat on your back,
C Em D
Or that watch that you got from your mother.
G Am G C
So take care, my young bucko, and mind yourself well.
G D7 G
And would you give this wee note to my brother."
D C G
At the time, Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn,
D C D
And my father, the youngest, looked after the farm.
G Am G C
Til a phone call from America said "Send the lad over."
G Em D G
And my old fella said, "Sure, t'wouldn't do any harm.
C D G
For I've spent my life working this dirty old ground
C D G
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound.
G Am G C
And sure, maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see,
G Em D7 G
And you can bring it back home, make it easier on me."
[Verse 2]
G Am G C
So, I landed at Kennedy, and a big yellow taxi
G Em Am D
Carried me and my bags through the streets and the rain.
G Am G C
Well, my poor heart was thumping around with excitement,
G Em D7 G
And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying.
D Em C G
We came in the Shore Parkway through the flatlands in Brooklyn,
C Em D
To my uncle's apartment on East 53rd.
G Am G C
I was feeling so happy, I was humming a song,
G D7 G
And I sang "You're as free as a bird."
D C G
Well, to shorten the story, what I found out that day
D C G
Was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray.
G Am G C
And while I was flying my way to New York,
G Em D G
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue.
C D G
Well, I called up my old fella, told him the news.
C G D
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes.
G Am G C
And he wept as he told me go ahead with the plan,
G Em D G
And not to forget, be a proud Irish man.
[Verse 3]
G Am G C
So, I went up to Nellie's beside Fordham Road,
G Em Am D
And I started to learn about lifting my load.
G Am G C
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year
G Em D7 G
Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear.
D Em C G
I went home that December cause my old fella died.
C Em Am D
I had to borrow the money from a fella on the side.
G Am G C
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide
G D7 G
The poor, wasted face of me father.
D C G
I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth,
D C D
And into my bag stuck a handful of earth.
G Am G C
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane,
G Em D G
And I found myself back in the U.S. again.
C G D
It's been twenty-two years since I set foot in Dublin.
C D C G
My kids know to use the correct knife and fork.
G Am G C
But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers,
G Em Am G
As I keep law and order in the streets of New York
[Outro]
G Am G C
Na,na,na na,na,na, na,na,na,na,na,na,na,
G Em Am G
Na,na, na,na,na, na,na,na,na,na,na.
G Am G C
I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
G Em Am D
With a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams.
G Am G C
"Take your time," said my father, "stop rushing like hell,
G Em D7 G
And remember all's not what it seems to be.
D Em C G
For there's fellas who'd cut you for the coat on your back,
C Em D
Or that watch that you got from your mother.
G Am G C
So take care, my young bucko, and mind yourself well.
G D7 G
And would you give this wee note to my brother."
D C G
At the time, Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn,
D C D
And my father, the youngest, looked after the farm.
G Am G C
Til a phone call from America said "Send the lad over."
G Em D G
And my old fella said, "Sure, t'wouldn't do any harm.
C D G
For I've spent my life working this dirty old ground
C D G
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound.
G Am G C
And sure, maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see,
G Em D7 G
And you can bring it back home, make it easier on me."
[Verse 2]
G Am G C
So, I landed at Kennedy, and a big yellow taxi
G Em Am D
Carried me and my bags through the streets and the rain.
G Am G C
Well, my poor heart was thumping around with excitement,
G Em D7 G
And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying.
D Em C G
We came in the Shore Parkway through the flatlands in Brooklyn,
C Em D
To my uncle's apartment on East 53rd.
G Am G C
I was feeling so happy, I was humming a song,
G D7 G
And I sang "You're as free as a bird."
D C G
Well, to shorten the story, what I found out that day
D C G
Was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray.
G Am G C
And while I was flying my way to New York,
G Em D G
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue.
C D G
Well, I called up my old fella, told him the news.
C G D
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes.
G Am G C
And he wept as he told me go ahead with the plan,
G Em D G
And not to forget, be a proud Irish man.
[Verse 3]
G Am G C
So, I went up to Nellie's beside Fordham Road,
G Em Am D
And I started to learn about lifting my load.
G Am G C
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year
G Em D7 G
Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear.
D Em C G
I went home that December cause my old fella died.
C Em Am D
I had to borrow the money from a fella on the side.
G Am G C
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide
G D7 G
The poor, wasted face of me father.
D C G
I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth,
D C D
And into my bag stuck a handful of earth.
G Am G C
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane,
G Em D G
And I found myself back in the U.S. again.
C G D
It's been twenty-two years since I set foot in Dublin.
C D C G
My kids know to use the correct knife and fork.
G Am G C
But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers,
G Em Am G
As I keep law and order in the streets of New York
[Outro]
G Am G C
Na,na,na na,na,na, na,na,na,na,na,na,na,
G Em Am G
Na,na, na,na,na, na,na,na,na,na,na.
The Wooden Wolf
The Woodlands
The Woodys
The Word Alive
The Working Titl (...)
The Yelling
The Yellow Monke (...)
The Yellow Punk
The Yogscast
The Yordles