Biography:
Jets to Brazil was an American rock band. It was founded by Blake Schwarzenbach, former frontman of Jawbreaker, who found himself in Brooklyn, New York, after Jawbreaker disbanded. There he united with friend Jeremy Chatelain (who is not to be confused with the French singer of the same name); the two had met at the final Jawbreaker show, Chatelain himself having emerged from the break-up of Handsome.
Together they began working on four-track recordings aided by drum machines until they asked Chris Daly
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Other songs:
- Empty Picture Frame
- One Summer Last Fall
- Air Traffic Control
- All Things Good And Nice
- And The Trumpets Pounded In My Ears
- Autumn Walker
- Cat Heaven
- Chinatown
- Conrad
- Crown Of The Valley
- Disgrace
- Further North
- I Typed For Miles
- In The Summers When You Really Know
- Ive Got All The Words
- King Medicine
- Lemon Yellow Black
- Little Light
- Lucky Charm
- Mid
- Milk And Apples
- Morning New Disease
- Orange Rhyming Dictionary
- Pale New Dawn
- Perfecting Loneliness
- Psalm
- Resistance Is Futile
- Rocket Boy
- Sea Anemone
- Seven Stars
- Starry Configurations
- Sweet Avenue
- Tender Criminal
- The Frequency
- William Tell Override
- Wish List
- Your X
- Youre Having The Time Of My Life
- Youre The One I Want
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Part 1
G#m C#m
I'm a long list with no time.
Sunset panic on the street,
sugar and lightbulbs,
the milk of kindness is behind us now.
Part 2
B C#m
With all those stones in your coat,
B A
did you think I wouldn't know?
The tea leaves of trashed streets,
dirty needles and sweets.
Zero to heaven in seven,
A lifetime,
A nanosecond.
All the sand in your glass
is going by so fast.
Part 3
A E
The radio is playing our tune.
C#m A
I love it, could you turn it down?
A E
The thought of you crying in my room;
C#m A
I miss you, could you come around
G#m
sometime?
When the night comes down,
the world becomes a room
under the microscope
with a labcoat and glue.
I'm fixing this hole
with everything I knew.
The music is making my head split.
I love it, could you turn it off?
The thought of you is tearing me in two.
I miss you, could you come around
sometime?
G#m
Sometime?
Part 4
E B C#m
This list is what went right;
E B A
your name is written twice.
We live like astronauts
and our missions never cross.
G#m A
The stakes are high,
G#m A
we're standing by.
E - B - C#m - A (interlude thingy)
E B C#m A
There used to be a hundred ways to put my arms around you;
Every one seemed new,
natural and true,
perfecting loneliness
'til nothing's holding us.
Consider Earth:
we could be the first.
G#m C#m
I'm a long list with no time.
Sunset panic on the street,
sugar and lightbulbs,
the milk of kindness is behind us now.
Part 2
B C#m
With all those stones in your coat,
B A
did you think I wouldn't know?
The tea leaves of trashed streets,
dirty needles and sweets.
Zero to heaven in seven,
A lifetime,
A nanosecond.
All the sand in your glass
is going by so fast.
Part 3
A E
The radio is playing our tune.
C#m A
I love it, could you turn it down?
A E
The thought of you crying in my room;
C#m A
I miss you, could you come around
G#m
sometime?
When the night comes down,
the world becomes a room
under the microscope
with a labcoat and glue.
I'm fixing this hole
with everything I knew.
The music is making my head split.
I love it, could you turn it off?
The thought of you is tearing me in two.
I miss you, could you come around
sometime?
G#m
Sometime?
Part 4
E B C#m
This list is what went right;
E B A
your name is written twice.
We live like astronauts
and our missions never cross.
G#m A
The stakes are high,
G#m A
we're standing by.
E - B - C#m - A (interlude thingy)
E B C#m A
There used to be a hundred ways to put my arms around you;
Every one seemed new,
natural and true,
perfecting loneliness
'til nothing's holding us.
Consider Earth:
we could be the first.
Jil Is Lucky
Jill Andrews
Jill Barber
Jim And The Povo (...)
Jim Brickman