Sara K. is an American singer-songwriter based in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Her music includes genres like blues, folk as well as jazz. She has released audiophile albums and used to play a custom 4-(bass)-string acoustic guitar. She withdrew from music business in 2009.
Born and raised in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in a family surrounded by music: her mother sang in a church choir, her father in a barbershop quartet, her brother played in a band, and her sister also played the guitar. However, her family considered music a hobby, not a job option.
In the early 1970s, at the age of 15, she started playing the guitar, using one her sister had left behind. She took this flamenco guitar, took off the remaining regular strings, and put four bass strings on instead (tuned to an open A). This gave it a fuller tone than a conventional acoustic guitar while not sounding as deep as a bass. She used this tuning from then on, making it one of her trademarks.
Although the era of acoustic solo performers was on the decline in the late 1970s, she stayed on that course. After graduating and moving out, she spent a few years playing whenever and wherever possible, be it "happy hours", back-up vocals for country music and jingles, or her own demo tapes. When realizing that she didn't entirely fit the contemporary scene in Dallas, she moved to New Mexico.
Sara K. - What's A Little More Rain
Sara K- Yupo
Sara K. - A whiter shade of pale.
Sarah K - Liseme | Music Video
Sara K - In The Fall (Maggie's Dream)
Sara K. & Chris Jones - What matters
Sara K.& Chris Jones: Would You Break My Heart
Sara K. - Set You Free (WAV, DR8)
Sara K. & Chris Jones - All Your Love (Turned to Passion) (audiophile music)
Sara K. - If I Could Sing Your Blues - Play On Words
Sara K. - Would You Break My Heart (WAV, DR8)
Sara K - Hell or High Water
Sara K: Turned My Upside Down
SARA.K - Stars
Sara K. - What's A Little More Rain
Sara K- Yupo
Sara K. - A whiter shade of pale.
Sarah K - Liseme | Music Video
Sara K - In The Fall (Maggie's Dream)
Sara K. & Chris Jones - What matters
Sara K.& Chris Jones: Would You Break My Heart
Sara K. - Set You Free (WAV, DR8)
Sara K. & Chris Jones - All Your Love (Turned to Passion) (audiophile music)
Sara K. - If I Could Sing Your Blues - Play On Words
Sara K. - Would You Break My Heart (WAV, DR8)
Sara K - Hell or High Water
Sara K: Turned My Upside Down
SARA.K - Stars
Sara K : Made in the Shade, live 2007 Germany
Vincent (Live) - Sara K
Sara K. & Chris Jones - Water Falls (audiophile music)
Sara K. - Hobo
Sara K - Would You Break My Heart
Sara K. - Brick House
Harbeth SHL5 + Sara K. -- When I Didn't Care
Sara K. and Chris Jones - Step on mine ( Nautilus Tour 2002 )
Sara K - All Your Love (Turned to Passion)
QI XL K01 - Knees & Knockers
Tegan and Sara - Full Performance (Live on KEXP)
Sara K Gravity Intervals 2 25 14
The Nanny (Chůva k pohledání) 6x04 Sara's Parents
Rescatando A Sara: Una año sin mi hija + El desenlace (Película Completa) - Miniserie Antena3
Tegan and Sara - Sainthood Full Album HD (+ 150 pictures)
Sarak Pakistani URDU Full Movie
Richard Herring's Leicester Square Theatre Podcast - with Sara Pascoe
PROGRAMA CHARLANDO CON SARA
CBC Music Backstage Pass EP 204 w/ Tegan & Sara, Spoon, Arkells, Hannah Georgas
testimonio de sara ozuna arrebatada al cielo y el infierno
Pempe ni Sara at Pen (1992) - Kris Aquino, Anjo Yllana
Meri Kahani Meri Zubani,Sarak se Modeling Ramp tak, June 15, 2014
Sarak Ka Sach - Ramadan Main Mehengai ki Wajuhaat
Sarak with Kanha Wedding Day Part 2
THE BAR EXAM Game Show Episode 5 Feat. Swave Sevah, Sara Kana & Poison Pen (Team Homi)
Sarak Ka Sach - Rich v/s Poor
(Road accident) Awareness Drama "Akti Shopner Mrittu" produced by Nirapad Sarak Chai
Be Felek Senin Elinden (Şelpe) Ders
General Sara Suten Seti on Police Brutality - Full 30 min
Pakistani movie Sarak Part 1
Sierra Leone Comedy - "SARA in the Military"
© Klaverkoncert A-mol op 16 (1868) Edvard Grieg - Alice Sara Ott - DRSymfoniOrkestret-T. Dausgaard
david k sara chill mix
david k sara radio edit
Sara K Would You Break My Heart Acoustic Cover
Sara K If I Could Sing Your Blues - 5 - Chesky Records Guide to Critical Listening - 1995
Sapana Bhulai Sara - Prajwol K. Tamrakar
Christmas Countdown 2014!!
100 breast: sara k
Sara K.
Sara K
Sara Jay at Club K in Hounslow, UK on SATURDAY
Restored Saba Freiburg W3 play Sara K i can't stand the rain
She's in the House (Stripped off Dub) (feat. Sara K)
She's in the House (Stripped off Mix) (feat. Sara K)
Sonikross Ft. Sara K - She's In The House - Nick Hook & Martin Sharp Club Remix
Sonikross Ft. Sara K - She's In The House - Original Mix
Sonikross Ft. Sara K - She's In The House - Nick Hook & Martin Sharp Vocal Remix
Claudia - Sighisoara
K'taka HC Dismisses Petition Filed by KFCC; Sara Govind's Reaction
【k~on!】Sandalphon Descended (Andromeda Sara 15-20x)
Antelope Park - Volunteering with lions
Halloween Makeup Zipper Tutorial(Stop Motion)
Stay With Me Cover
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
The morning fields of amber grain
The weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
Andhow you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night.
You took your life as lovers often do;
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken
On the virgin snow
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
They would not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Boy, did we have a time with this one. This tune came to be when I returned home from the tour with Chris. One of those outta nowhere songs. I knew it was a song for Bruce to play on. Could near him -just couldn't get him to Germany. Thank you, Bruce. Thank you, Gunter, Beo and Hans-Jorg. Some songs just gotta happen.
Slowly, don't say a word, don't believe your eyes don't move, don't disappear, it's dangerous outside why you, why now, why do I ask while I'm falling my heart weeps when it comes alive.
Slowly, between the blades, you come into my life finding all the ways you could get inside why you, why yours, why do I ask while I’m falling & my heart weeps when it comes alive...
I should leave here, I should go now
I do not know how to put this fire on ice
& I could skate on all the trouble in your eyes....
Why is the sky blue, does it know pain
Why do we want to come in from the rain?
Why this, why now, why do I ask while I’m falling
& my heart weeps when it comes alive
I should leave here, I should go now
I do not know how to put this fire on ice
Nothin' wrong with being outside the box sometimes, tone as you can find your
way back in. This song was started around 1971. It was full of lyrics I couldn't use now and needed a few parts shined up. Tried to keep the dust on the wines of it so it could still fly. Streetlights are a real friendly place sometimes.
Somewhat like a moth
a certain light will fill your wines
a kiss to start you off
if I could draw
the way it falls upon your face
but I cannot
the night will come,
your moon will dance around the sun
streetlight's on.
I love your wines
the very things I cannot touch
the magic dust
when morning breaks
and all the shadows fade away
streetlight's on.
I've seen you then
it made me want to look again
HOW it takes
what it takes
and what you couldn't shouldn't didn't give away....
I thank my friend, Kiki, for painting pictures for this song. He knows about the moon and the stars. And coyotes. Having a place to hide so's you don't have to run anymore. or, at least, for a little while. When you look up at the stars it's a great reminder of how vast our universe is and what treasures there are still to be found.
There's no name on the back of your belt
you're strong and you're sturdy but somethin ain't right
most of the feelings you've ever felt
cot lost in the early mornin light
& you know how to hold 'em, know how to hold 'em tight
Rumors don't phase you, they draw and erase you
leave you Like signs in the rain
if nobody finds it and the paint has worn off of it
there's not much there to explain
'cept YOU know how to hold em, know how yo hold'em tight
& you know how to find me if you need somewhere to hide.
CHORUS:
Where you get stars on the ceiling, stars in your eyes
stars that don't talk much 'til they fall from the sky.
There's an old bed in the back of your truck and navajo blankets
and a bottle of jack
it looks like a suitcase and runs like a greyhound
looks like it's been to the moon and back
and you know how to hold 'em, know how to hold'em tight
Well, folks, what more could I say that somebody hasn't said yet?
just had to get it out. I get this picture of all these people in windows, looking
out. On we road, in buildings, homes, caves......boats......searching for the town crier, Who's hiding under a tree.
I've joined the ranks of many now, fed into the system
now I feed the dragon and the dragon's feeding me.
They tell you tales of kings and queens and devils in the details
victims and the chosen ones and Jesus wannabes.
They make us do things, they want to rule us and keep us wanting
nothing more.
I don't want my memory hammered in some tombstone
weathered by a dust-storm, wishing it would rain.
But they would bleed these rivers
dry all across this desert land
where there's a cactus blooms at night
you can't touch with your hands.
They make us do things, they want to rule us and keep us wanting
nothing more.
Corporates and politicians running gates on everything
not even the kings and queens rule that marketplace
they put up walls around their houses,
make it look like us & them
watch it from their living rooms and run the human race.
They make us do things, they want to rule us and keep us wanting
nothing more.
Make you want to tell somebody, tell 'em when you dance and sing
tell em when the light turns green you do not hesitate,
How much yellow 'fore the red starts,
How much orange between the lines
How much will they take from us to make us money blind.
They make us do things, they want to rule us and keep us wanting
Living in the high desert, one tends to miss the ocean, or, imagine when it used to be there. I can hear the souls of women and men since.
Longing for something that either isn't there yet or hasn't been back for a
long time. Longing to stay and go at the same time.
I would be lost, a half of a whole
until your ship comes in I guess you never know
if I'm livin without you, I'm livin along
& this ship in a bottle got no place like home.
Whole lotta chances out on the road
you have at your command
the way the story goes
you got wind on the water
& if it don't tie you down
you got me standin here on the edge of town
CHORUS:
What kind of power could drive a love down at some finest hour when there
's no one around when what makes you follow is WHY you can't stay and your
ship in a bottle start sailing away
What could I tell you
you don't already know
what could I melt into the fire that burns in your soul
if I'm livin without you, I'm livin along,
Honest, deep, profound love is a great tome, so is laughter, by the way, but this song is a declaration of honest, deep
and profound love, thank you, Liz Beth, for lighting up our room - may your greatness soar.
My love is fearless, my love is scared
my love is lonely when you're not there
when you take my love it ain't no sin
it gets what it gives what it gets, and that ain't giving in
ah, but jealousy tryin endlessly to fool my mind.
My love is half empty, my love is full when it's just you & me, it's an so good it carries me when the winds are high
sets me down 'neathe a purple sky
don't you bury me, on the day I die
set me free, set me free.
My love goes with you, your hand in mine
until forever runs outta time
may it carry you when the winds are high
set you down 'neathe a purple sky
lift you up when it's time to fly
Chris loved Lowell George's songs. You could say he identified with the man. I used to sing it with a band caned "Sara K. and the boys without sleep", we decided to combine treatments of it here. Thus, big bertha and the pride of sunnyland. I don't know -just came out that way.
I can't stand the rain against my window
bringing back sweet memories
that window pain, do you remember how sweet it used to be
when we were together and everything was so grand
now that we parted, I just can't stand it
Can't stand the rain on my window
bringing back sweet memories
can't stand the rain against my window
coz he's not here with me
on that pillow where his head used to lay
I know you got some sweet memories
but like that window, you got nothing to say.
Can't stand the rain, what it be sayin
all that peace and harmony
get off my window
This song was written by Tiego around 1981. He allowed me a couple of liberties regarding the lyrics and Chris snuck in a magic chord or three. To me it starts on the ground and ends in the sky and reminds me of the land, hard love and brave hearts. From an aerial view.
Until you need my love again I will stay cone I'll leave before there's any more damage done and if your restless heart should turn to bitter tears your long lost friend will reappear
CHORUS:
'coz, darlin', come hell or high water
I will be there
nothin could ever keep me away from here.
I feel the love that ran between us has grown cold
that's allright, no one's to blame
it's just time to go
so until we meet again, another place and time
take these words to ease your mind.
(listen)
Back off, mama. I thank Beo for his horn sections here. I thank Beo for many of HIS musical talents lain upon these songs but, particularly, for his jovial contribution to this song. Can't fool a fooler. Specially one with 'feel'.
Outta pocket, too much loose chance can't stop it once it gets in your veins can't stop it once it's under your skin can't stop it once you let it in you're a fish outta water ain't got much time
Said, back off, mama
ain't got the goods
in your engine, under your hood
your Mazarati ain't got no stick
Mazarati just drives real quick
and a fish outta water ain't got much time
Get off that roller coaster with that feather in your hat
lookin over your shoulder like somebody's got your back
you ain't goin nowhere if your train's runnin off the track
can't fool a fooler, baby, ain't got much time.
We all get what we pay for and there ain't nothin wrong with that
wanna get it right the first time 'case there ain't no comin back
& if you don't get the picture, it's still a matter of fact,
can't fool a fooler, baby...
In adoration of Susan Jayne Weiss. They say she jumped but I think she flew.
Peace be yours, lovely sister....
Was it a dream, have I been sleeping
on a long, mixed up walk inside my head
did you knock twice?
We put you in a stream so you'd run
into the Rio Grande down from this mountain top
but you came here, nice.
When you come over it isn't over
It isn't over yet.
There were two figures in the moonlight
There were some power lines had fallen down
did you see that?
That kinda bird don't fly around here
that kinda bird don't come around here much.
There is no trumpet sounding, there is
there are no virgins waiting, there s life.
I got the room with the windows in it
I gotta shell, it's gotta pearl in it
I can close my eyes.
Was it a dream, have I been sleeping
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
The morning fields of amber grain
The weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
Andhow you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night.
You took your life as lovers often do;
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken
On the virgin snow
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
They would not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.