His Notes: Here’s a lovely tune everyone knows and is fairly easy to play. To get the melody the trick is to either add or lose a finger each chord. Just watch my fingers! Here’s the chord progression:
intro
C | G7 | C | G7 |
C | B7 | E7 | A7 |
D7 | G7 | C | G#7 G7 |
C | B7 | E7 | A7 |
Dm | Fm6 | D7 G7 | C |
Enjoy!!
Played on a brand new Ohana SK-38, Ohana’s interpretation of the classic Martin style 2 soprano in solid mahogany.
His Notes: Et hop une petite tentative de solo d’un des thèmes du film Chat Noir Chat Blanc et dont le titre original est Buba Mara (ou Buba Maro je sais pas trop).
C’est fait avec mon Martin S0 “vintage” de 2005 (et oui il n’est plus produit !). Blague à part je trouve le son pas mal mais je le trouve presque injouable !
Google Translated: And a small hop solo attempt of one of the themes of the film Black Cat White Cat, whose original title is Buba Mara (or Buba Maro I know not too much).
Done with my Martin S0 vintage of 2005 (and yes it is no longer produced!). Joking aside I think its not bad but I find it almost unplayable!
This songs is one of my favorites. It sounds pretty cool on the ukulele.
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Her Notes: Here is the 5th video from my album, DIORAMA. It was so much fun to make; I hope you like it. Please leave a comment and tell me which Hailey you were rooting for. (Or which one seemed like the bigger bitch…!)
Directed by Hailey Wojcik and Audrey Culver (for Blood Bunny).
Thanks so much for your continued support!
Here are the lyrics:
“AMNESIA”
A cinderblock
A bag of batteries
Oh baby please let’s catch amnesia together
I don’t wanna remember
It’ll just hurt for a minute
It’s easy once you begin it
I’ll walk into a wall
You follow me, slip and fall
Let’s forget it all
Let’s forget it all
CHORUS
Let’s get hit over the head
Just not so hard that we’re dead
But so hard we forget all the things that we said, oh
Let’s get hit over the head
Just not so hard that we’re dead
But so hard we forget all the things that we said
And the things that we haven’t said yet
Honey let’s get obliterated
‘Til we feel sedated
So we can recreate it all
Let’s fall
Let’s somersault down the stairs
‘Til we can say whose fault, who cares?
Let’s tip back our chairs
Let’s butt heads with a bowling ball
With a bowling ball
REPEAT CHORUS
I wanna black out with you
Won’t you black out with me?
With me?
I wanna black out with you
Let’s go back to how it used to be
Back when our slate was clean
When we were half as mean
Let’s hit the reset button
Let’s shake the Etch-a-Sketch
Let’s clean up this mess we’re in
And should our plans fail
Should the effects pale
We can always catch amnesia again
We can always catch amnesia again
We can always catch amnesia
His Notes: Here’s another fun little tune I’ve been trying out this evening. It’s one of the Winin’ Boys’ signature sign-off tunes – usually played at a less hectic tempo.
Don’t know the exact title, but it’s just a generic rag thing.
Their Notes: A little song about one of our favourite tv heroines, JB Fletcher.
D A
In a little fishing town in Maine, there’s a famous lady writer
D E7 A
Who deals in love revenge and pain and solving crime delights her
D D7 G Gm
Her looks so unassuming, even muurrrrderers like her
D G A D
For when they plan a homicide they stupidly invite her
They say “won’t you come and stay with me, my husband has just died,
I’m getting all his money, they say it’s suicide
You’ll hear the reading of the will, we’ll have a lovely time”
But ol’ JB cannot be fooled, you know she’ll solve the crime.
G
But don’t ever go to cabot cove
D
Don’t make friends, don’t say hello
E
Don’t stick around, don’t stay for tea
A
‘Cause you’ll either die or kill somebody
G
Jessica Feltcher is gonna getcha
D B
You’ll end up in jail or on a stretcher
E
Is she gonna catch you, you betcha!
A
She’s the one and only J B Fletcher
G
Jessica Feltcher is gonna getcha
D B
You’ll end up in jail or on a stretcher
E
Is she gonna catch you, you betcha!
G A D
Jessica Beatrice Fletcher
She’s flown all around the world, selling books and giving talks
When she’s on a crime scene her eyes are like a hawk’s
But isn’t she a suspect? Shouldn’t she be caught?
When everybody round her, ends up lined in chalk
So don’t ever go to cabot cove
Don’t make friends, don’t say hello
Don’t stick around, don’t stay for tea
‘Cause you’ll either die or kill somebody
Jessica Feltcher is gonna getcha
You’ll end up in jail or on a stretcher
Will she solve the crime, you betcha!
She’s Jessica Beatrice Fletcher
Her Notes: Charlie Sheen is crazy. My muse wouldn’t let that go.
C F D G
You said you can go it alone
So I’m going to let you try
But I’m not the one who gets more insane
As the days pass by
You say you’re living the good life
I’m not mad you’re having fun
But I’m sure you’ll see the light
When the good times are done
C D
Because you’re even crazier than Charlie Sheen
Never knew a person could be so mean
And now I’m going to shut it down
Like the production of a TV show
We all know who the half man is
In this secenario
I should have seen it from the start
‘Cause you’re the Vatican Assassin of my heart
You’re not as great as you think you are
And even though our show may stop
When all is said and done
You won’t be on top
This is a toxic environment
But don’t go blaming me
When all those trolls look at you
They don’t like what they see
C D
Because you’re even crazier than Charlie Sheen
Never knew a person could be so mean
And now I’m going to shut it down
Like the production of a TV show
We all know who the half man is
In this secenario
I should have seen it from the start
‘Cause you’re the Vatican Assassin of my heart
You think you’re the winner
And only time will tell
And while we wait for the outcome
I’ll just wish you well
Hope your life after this is gnarly
When we’ll both start anew
Even if you’re the one who everyone
Thinks should be in Bellevue
C D
Because you’re even crazier than Charlie Sheen
Never knew a person could be so mean
And now I’m going to shut it down
Like the production of a TV show
We all know who the half man is
In this secenario
I should have seen it from the start
‘Cause you’re the Vatican Assassin of my heart