Biografia:
David Keenan is an Irish singer-songwriter.
He is not just another lad with an acoustic guitar, he is the sound of Tim Buckley and Brendan Behan arguing over a few jars, while Kavanagh deals Bob Dylan a suspicious hand of cards, and Anthony Cronin and Jack Kerouac furiously try to scribble it all
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Outras músicas:
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Cadd4 = x032012 with the pinky coming up to get the high E string second fret
[Intro]
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-----------5--7--7b8r7--5--------------------------------------------------|
A|------5/7------------------5h7p5-------------------------------------------|
E|---3-------------------------------3---------------------------------------|
G Em D C
e|-3----------------0----------------2----------5--5--5-----------0----------|
B|-0----------------0----------------3----------5--5--5-----------1----------|
G|-0----------------0----------------2----------------------------0----------|
D|-0----------------2----------------0----------------------------2----------|
A|-2----------------2---------------------------------------------3----------|
E|-3-3--2-----------0--------------------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1]
G Em D C
It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife
G Em D C
Into poor wandering Beckett under a mother of pearl sky
At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme
G Em D C
While feeling out of sorts like a roadsweeper dressed up to the nines
C
As the multicolored kite
C
Over shoulders taking flight
C
And the local matador
C
Gives two fingers to the girl next door
[Chorus]
G Em D C
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
G Em D C
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
G Em D C Cadd4 C
In my fathers clothes with a blood nose, I sang isn't it so sweet
G Em D C Cadd4 C
By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
[Bridge]
C
The disciples from the street
C
All burst in through open doors
C
The creaking of the stairs and
C
The running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
[Verse 2]
G Em D C
The circus master smiles, pointing his finger at the mime
G Em D C
I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul who was taken before his time
G Em D C C
All the precious stones or the mongrels bone won't entice me, silly child
G Em D C
You just run on home for your tea's gone cold I heard your mother cursed you blind
C
As the backdoor man feels wrong
C
For switching off when signing on
C
And the double-jointed thief
C
Wins an award
For pure indecency
[Chorus]
G Em D C
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
G Em D C
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
G Em D C Cadd4 C
In my fathers clothes with a blood nose, I sang isn't it so sweet
G Em D C Cadd4 C
By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
[Bridge]
C
The disciples from the street
C
All burst in through open doors
C
The creaking of the stairs and
C
The running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
[Outro]
e|----------------------------0----------|
B|----------------------------0----------|
G|----------------------------0----------|
D|-----------5h7p5------------2----------|
A|----------------------------2----------|
E|---3------------------0-----0----------|x4
G Em D
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
C G
He's working for Irish rail
[Intro]
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-----------5--7--7b8r7--5--------------------------------------------------|
A|------5/7------------------5h7p5-------------------------------------------|
E|---3-------------------------------3---------------------------------------|
G Em D C
e|-3----------------0----------------2----------5--5--5-----------0----------|
B|-0----------------0----------------3----------5--5--5-----------1----------|
G|-0----------------0----------------2----------------------------0----------|
D|-0----------------2----------------0----------------------------2----------|
A|-2----------------2---------------------------------------------3----------|
E|-3-3--2-----------0--------------------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1]
G Em D C
It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife
G Em D C
Into poor wandering Beckett under a mother of pearl sky
At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme
G Em D C
While feeling out of sorts like a roadsweeper dressed up to the nines
C
As the multicolored kite
C
Over shoulders taking flight
C
And the local matador
C
Gives two fingers to the girl next door
[Chorus]
G Em D C
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
G Em D C
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
G Em D C Cadd4 C
In my fathers clothes with a blood nose, I sang isn't it so sweet
G Em D C Cadd4 C
By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
[Bridge]
C
The disciples from the street
C
All burst in through open doors
C
The creaking of the stairs and
C
The running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
[Verse 2]
G Em D C
The circus master smiles, pointing his finger at the mime
G Em D C
I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul who was taken before his time
G Em D C C
All the precious stones or the mongrels bone won't entice me, silly child
G Em D C
You just run on home for your tea's gone cold I heard your mother cursed you blind
C
As the backdoor man feels wrong
C
For switching off when signing on
C
And the double-jointed thief
C
Wins an award
For pure indecency
[Chorus]
G Em D C
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
G Em D C
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
G Em D C Cadd4 C
In my fathers clothes with a blood nose, I sang isn't it so sweet
G Em D C Cadd4 C
By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
[Bridge]
C
The disciples from the street
C
All burst in through open doors
C
The creaking of the stairs and
C
The running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
[Outro]
e|----------------------------0----------|
B|----------------------------0----------|
G|----------------------------0----------|
D|-----------5h7p5------------2----------|
A|----------------------------2----------|
E|---3------------------0-----0----------|x4
G Em D
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
C G
He's working for Irish rail
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