Biography:
Me Like Bees é uma banda de rock indie / alternativo de Joplin , Missouri e é composta por Pete Burton (guitarra ) , Nick Bynum (baixo), Lucas Sheafer (vocal / guitarra), e Timothy Cote (bateria) .
Formada em maio de 2009, o grupo tem desenvolvido o seu som com influências de bandas como Modest Mouse, Arcade Fire e The White Stripes . O som de “Me Like Bees”, como muitos de suas influências , é baseada na ideia de mudar a música para a frente com melodias interessantes e simples.
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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!
[Intro]
Bm D G
[Verse 1]
Bm D
I have this problem where I'm already measuring how you'll react
G G
Before I even finish what I was gonna say
Bm
I dance around my thoughts like they're a fire
D G G
And if I order my steps in just the right sequence I could make it rain
Bm D
And it isn't a joke; or some poem I wrote
G G
It's the shadow tracing back to every word I've spoke
Bm D
Burn brighter, if you can't fix the house that you were born into
G G
Well, put a match to work and see what fire can do
Bm D
Cut cleaner, if the hanging fray causes you to cling to the old
G G
Ways and means and methods then the knife was too dull
Bm D
And so the lesson becomes; how you fix a problem
G G
Can yield a grimmer consequence than what you kept from
[Hook]
G Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
G Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
[Verse 2]
Bm D
A full measure shaken down, spilled over was the cup I had drawn
G G
Took me one little tumble and the thing was half gone
Bm D
And half-full is a fool's assessment when the ledger is red
G G
And the deficit is only ever making ahead
Bm D
And though a slow motion spill looks real cool in a film
G G
In either case the result is typically a mess
[Hook]
Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
[Verse 3]
Bm
My soul held a measure and the ledger was null
D G
My feet found a dry place to count in the cold
G Bm G Bm
It's all coming due now
Bm D
I felt my soul pulling in on the fabric of days
G G
All of time bunched up, converging like a senator's blade
Bm D
And my mind raced over all of everything that happened then
G G Bm
But it halted at the thought of things about to begin
Bm
Cause my heart held a ledger and my credits were full
D G G
When my feet set to walking out all too alone
Bm D
And my heart held a ledger and my credits were full
G G Bm
When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
[Chorus]
Bm
Now about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know, there's only one of ya
D
You just might end up with pneumonia
D Bm
And about how one might slow one's fall
Bm
To an amount down to faking control
Bm D
Well I guess that would depend on it
D
The kind of time you want to spend on it
Bm
Stand-offing often pays off, but I am pondering well
D G
Might be stepping down wasn't really so low
Em
My feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
Em A
And my lungs were full
Bm D G
[Verse 4]
G Bm
And praise be to the father forever
D
Who can take a dead thing and make it green
G Bm G
Only ever restoring
Bm G
And my soul held a ledger and he paid it in full
D G
When my root was a dead snag out in the cold
G Bm G Bm
Bm G
And then the drums kicked in
D
And I was spilling out some feverish thing
D
But the amps were cranked up so loud
G G Bm
Well, I didn't think you'd hear
Bm D
Well, how about them something or others I had seemed to say
G G
Well maybe listen closer and I'll try to sing clear
Bm D
My tongue held a ledger and my credits were full
D G G
When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
Bm D
And my tongue held a ledger and my credits were full
G G Bm
Consequences of grandstanding out in the cold
[Chorus]
Bm
Now about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know there's only one of ya
D
You just might end up with pneumonia
D Bm
And about how one might slow one's fall
Bm
To an amount down to faking control
D
Well I guess that would depend on it
D
The kind of time you want to spend on it
Bm
And when it comes to gallows humor it's a slippery slope
Bm
You see, you never ask a hangman to show you the ropes
Bm D
I know you meant it as a "Ha ha ha!"
D
You just might end up with a twiney collar
Bm
And about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know there's only one of ya
D D
You'll only end up with pneumonia
[Outro]
Bm
Heey!
Bm
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
D
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
Bm
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
(Heey!)
D
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
Bm A
Ooo-Ooo
A Bm
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
Bm A
Ooo-Ooo
A A A D D
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
D Bm
Ooooooooo
Bm
Ooo-Ooo
A Bm D Bm D
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
D D Bm
Ooooooooo
Bm Bm (fade out)
Ooooooooo-oooooo-ooooo-ooo
Bm D G
[Verse 1]
Bm D
I have this problem where I'm already measuring how you'll react
G G
Before I even finish what I was gonna say
Bm
I dance around my thoughts like they're a fire
D G G
And if I order my steps in just the right sequence I could make it rain
Bm D
And it isn't a joke; or some poem I wrote
G G
It's the shadow tracing back to every word I've spoke
Bm D
Burn brighter, if you can't fix the house that you were born into
G G
Well, put a match to work and see what fire can do
Bm D
Cut cleaner, if the hanging fray causes you to cling to the old
G G
Ways and means and methods then the knife was too dull
Bm D
And so the lesson becomes; how you fix a problem
G G
Can yield a grimmer consequence than what you kept from
[Hook]
G Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
G Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
[Verse 2]
Bm D
A full measure shaken down, spilled over was the cup I had drawn
G G
Took me one little tumble and the thing was half gone
Bm D
And half-full is a fool's assessment when the ledger is red
G G
And the deficit is only ever making ahead
Bm D
And though a slow motion spill looks real cool in a film
G G
In either case the result is typically a mess
[Hook]
Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
[Verse 3]
Bm
My soul held a measure and the ledger was null
D G
My feet found a dry place to count in the cold
G Bm G Bm
It's all coming due now
Bm D
I felt my soul pulling in on the fabric of days
G G
All of time bunched up, converging like a senator's blade
Bm D
And my mind raced over all of everything that happened then
G G Bm
But it halted at the thought of things about to begin
Bm
Cause my heart held a ledger and my credits were full
D G G
When my feet set to walking out all too alone
Bm D
And my heart held a ledger and my credits were full
G G Bm
When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
[Chorus]
Bm
Now about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know, there's only one of ya
D
You just might end up with pneumonia
D Bm
And about how one might slow one's fall
Bm
To an amount down to faking control
Bm D
Well I guess that would depend on it
D
The kind of time you want to spend on it
Bm
Stand-offing often pays off, but I am pondering well
D G
Might be stepping down wasn't really so low
Em
My feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
Em A
And my lungs were full
Bm D G
[Verse 4]
G Bm
And praise be to the father forever
D
Who can take a dead thing and make it green
G Bm G
Only ever restoring
Bm G
And my soul held a ledger and he paid it in full
D G
When my root was a dead snag out in the cold
G Bm G Bm
Bm G
And then the drums kicked in
D
And I was spilling out some feverish thing
D
But the amps were cranked up so loud
G G Bm
Well, I didn't think you'd hear
Bm D
Well, how about them something or others I had seemed to say
G G
Well maybe listen closer and I'll try to sing clear
Bm D
My tongue held a ledger and my credits were full
D G G
When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
Bm D
And my tongue held a ledger and my credits were full
G G Bm
Consequences of grandstanding out in the cold
[Chorus]
Bm
Now about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know there's only one of ya
D
You just might end up with pneumonia
D Bm
And about how one might slow one's fall
Bm
To an amount down to faking control
D
Well I guess that would depend on it
D
The kind of time you want to spend on it
Bm
And when it comes to gallows humor it's a slippery slope
Bm
You see, you never ask a hangman to show you the ropes
Bm D
I know you meant it as a "Ha ha ha!"
D
You just might end up with a twiney collar
Bm
And about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know there's only one of ya
D D
You'll only end up with pneumonia
[Outro]
Bm
Heey!
Bm
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
D
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
Bm
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
(Heey!)
D
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
Bm A
Ooo-Ooo
A Bm
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
Bm A
Ooo-Ooo
A A A D D
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
D Bm
Ooooooooo
Bm
Ooo-Ooo
A Bm D Bm D
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
D D Bm
Ooooooooo
Bm Bm (fade out)
Ooooooooo-oooooo-ooooo-ooo
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