A cover of Iron and Wine's, "Each Coming Night."Something happened to the audio sync in this video. I messed around with fixing it, and I thought I had it. Evidently I didn't. Sorry about that. If anyone has any ideas about it (or anything at all, for that matter), lemme know. For instance, does anyone have any ideas for making these videos less visually boring? Is there maybe a public domain stock video footage website or something somewhere?For those who're interested in this sort of thing: http://www.lifesci.ucsb.edu/~h ddock/tabs/eachcomingnight.htmlThere's where I got the chords.
http://www.myspace.com/pleasea dthankyouuAnother incredible song by Sam Beam of Iron & Wine - pure poetry. Sorry to refrain from the fingerpicking, it is a bit beyond me how to slide and sing simultaneously - guess that is why I am not Sam Beam. Anyways, hope you enjoy.OpenC/EmA boy with a coin he found in the weedsNear bullets and pages of trade magazinesClose to a car that flipped on the turnWhen God left the ground to circle to the worldA girl with a bird she found in the snowThat flew up her gown and that's how she knowsThat God made her eyes for crying at birthAnd then left the ground to circle the earthA boy with a coin he crammed in his jeansAnd making a wish he tossed it to seaThen walked to a town that all of us burnWhen God left the ground to circle the world
This one's for 'mofosstolemyusername' which is a great user name!!tab at http://www.ultimate-guitar.com tabs/i/iron_and_wine/carousel_tab.htmAlmost home when I missed the bottom stair You were braiding your grey hair And it's grown so long Since I've been gone and the perfect girls, By the pool, they would protest a cross 'round their necks, But our sons were overseas, And we all know about the hive and the honey bees. Almost home With an olive branch and a dove You were beating on a persian rug With your bible and your wedding band Both hidden on the TV stand. when the cruel wind blew Every city father fell Off the county carousel While the dogs were eating snow All our sons had sunk in a trunk Of no ones clothesAlmost home, We got lost on our new street, While your grieving girls all died in their sleep, So the dogs all went unfed, A great dream of bones all piled on a bed And the cops couldn't care, When that crackhead built a boat And said, "please, before I go May your only honor bondBe the kinship of the kids in the riot squad.
Me playing Sam Beam's (Iron and Wine) Upward Over the Mountain, from his first full length album, The Creek Drank the Cradle. This is my humble attempt at Beam's masterpiece. Please enjoy (do your best.)The ooh-la things between the second and third verse and at the end, I kind of realized I needed them right at the time when it came time to sing them. It's kind of on the fly.Lyrics at: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics ironwine/upwardoverthemountain.html
