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Tim Baker

Saint Tibbs Suite I Tibbs Eve

Tim Baker

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Dificuldade: medio | Estilo: indie folk / singer-songwriter | Sentimento: introspectiva, calma, suave | Ocasião: acustico, cafe, bar, repertorio intimista | Tags: indie, folk, violao, balada, medio, intimista, singer-songwriter

Saint Tibbs Suite I Tibbs Eve, de Tim Baker, tem um charme justamente por abrir margem para interpretação. A faixa sugere uma viagem emocional

onde o ouvinte completa os espaços, transformando o título em ponto de partida para memória, curiosidade e identificação.

Intro E [Verso 1] E A Everything is alright C#m no, Im feeling just fine B just too fine to be inside E I need a minute in the clean air of the night E A I cant believe Im back home C#m but I know it when the wind blows B when Im listening to the backhoes E reversing in the early falling snow E A Theyre clearing out the parking C#m just one day left of shopping B and I hardly even started A and Im here at this party with all of you [Refrão] E B A On a day that they say never comes E B A yeah when all of our work will be done E B E A when our friends and our enemies drink from the same cup E G#m I dont see peace or some heaven above D A but at least the tree and melodies are reaching up C#m B How high can they reach? Oh can they take me? E Thats what I came to see [Verso 2] E A I try and feel the spirit C#m but I swear its disappearing B it gets fainter every year man E and I dont ever want to let it go E A I wanna keep the music playing C#m I wanna keep the bodies swaying B I wanna keep the old boys saying: A if it was any better thered be something wrong [Refrão] E B A On a day that they say never comes E B A yeah when all of our work will be done E B E A when our friends and our enemies drink from the same cup E B E A all our debts and regrets will be left and forgiven E B E A but dont be holding your breath youll be dead before Christmas E G#m I dont see peace but I can see love D A just like we need, like a fine feast piling up C#m B like a childs dream, flying over the trees C#m B like one final drink, lifted up in the stifling heat C#m B like the snow in streets, how high can we reach? E Well thats what I came to see!
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