August And Everything After
Counting Crows
Ce chant est à 4 accords magiques! Il est montré ici dans la transposition originale: en le jouant avec des capo ou en le transposant, vous pouvez le ramener à Am, F, C, G.
August and Everything After By: Counting Crows Capo on 2nd fret They’re waking up Maria Cause everybody else Has got some place to go She makes a little motion with her head Rolls over and says she’s gonna sleep for a couple minutes more I said I’m sorry to Maria For all the cold hearted things that I have done I said I’m sorry by now at least once To just about everyone She says "I’ve forgotten what I’m supposed to do today" And it slips my mind what I’m supposed to say We’re getting older and older and older And always a little further out of the way You look into her eyes And it’s more than your heart will allow In August and everything after You get a little less than you expected somehow Well I stumbled into Washington Square Just as the sun began to rise I walked across the lawn to the cathedral And laid down in the shadow of St. Mary’s in the sky I’m just one of these late model children Waiting for the king But there ain’t no sign of Elvis in San Francisco It’s just me and I’m playin this rock ’n’ roll thing She wants to be just like me And I want every damn thing I can see You know one day you’re daddy’s little angel The next day you’re everything he wanted you to be They dress you up in white satin And they give you your very own pair of wings In August and everything after I’m after everything I said la la la la la la la la la la la la. Now I got my reservations And I got my seven million dollar home And I got the number of some girl in New York City Who’s always wide awake so I never have to spend a night alone I got this nasty little habit of peakin down the shirts Of all the little girls as they pass me by I wonder when it all catches up to me And I finally break down... Did you think I was gonna cry? Well I already got my disease So take your fucking filthy hands off of me I hope you don’t expect me to be crucified The best that they can do Is to just hang me from the nearest tree Cause it’s midnight in San Francisco And I’m waiting here for Jesus on my knees In August and everything after I want somebody else to bleed for me I said la la la la la la la la la la la la. Oh no na na na na na na na na na na na na. I came down from North Dakota Cause I had confidence in the military mind And now everyone I know is turning showgirl and dancing with their shirt off in some Las Vegas hotel line So I’m going’ to New York City Cause I got a little sleevie here for me When I find myself alone I know I’m never going home You make the changes the changes that you need And I no longer know how to pray I live in dog town and it’s a Dalmatian parade And I change my spots over and over but they never seem to fade away I am the last remaining Indian looking for the place where the buffalo roam In August and everything after man them buffalo ain’t never comin’ home In August and everything after man them buffalo ain’t never comin’ home La la la la...