Biography:
Metric is an indie rock/New Wave band formed in 1998 in Toronto, Canada. The band members are Emily Haines (vocals, synths, guitar, tambourine), James Shaw (guitar, synths, theremin, backing vocals), Josh Winstead (bass, synths, backing vocals) and Joules Scott-Key (drums). The band name was inspired after a sound called "Metric" that was programmed by Shaw on his keyboard. They were based at various times at Toronto, Montreal, London, NYC and LA.
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Other songs:
- Black Sheep
- Blindness
- Breathing Underwater
- Calculation Theme
- Collect Call
- Combat Baby
- Doctor Blind
- Don't Think Twice It's Alright
- Gimme Sympathy
- Gold Guns Girls
- Help I'm Alive
- List
- Live It Out
- Lost Kitten
- Love Is A Place
- Raw Sugar
- Satellite Mind
- Synthetica
- The Shade
- Too Little Too Late
- Twilight Galaxy
- All Yours
- Anticipate
- Art Of Doubt
- Artificial Nocturne
- Blind Valentine
- Calculation
- Cascades
- Celebrate
- Clone
- Dark Saturday
- Dead Disco
- Dont Think Twice Its Alright
- Dreams So Real
- Dressed To Suppress
- Eclipse All Yours
- Empty
- Ending Start
- Feels Like We Only Go Backwards
- For Kicks
- Fortunes
- Gimmie Sympathy
- Give Me Sympathy
- Glass Ceiling
- Grow Up And Blow Away
- Help Im Alive
- Hustle Rose
- Iou
- Lie Lie Lie
- Live It Out Acoustic
- London Halflife
- No Lights On The Horizon
- Now Or Never Now
- On A Slow Night
- On The Sly
- Other Side
- Risk
- Seven Rules
- Siamese Cities
- Sick Muse
- Soft Rock Star
- Speed The Collapse
- Strange Weather
- Sugar Mountain
- The Gates
- The Governess
- The Police And The Private
- The Twist
- The Wanderlust
- Too Bad So Sad
- Waves
- Wet Blanket
- White Gold
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Am E/G#
Sort of wonder why No one said a word
C/G
Don't you like it on the sly
Ab
Don't you like it till it hurts
Bb Am E/G#
Have I been on your mind What's a voice without a song
C/G Ab
Something in your head You've been fighting all along
Bb Am
I don't want to say it The news is not so good
We'll never get away And even if we could
We'd just play the tambourine Around an open flame
Oversleep and burn To be back in the game
Bb C E
Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon
Am Ab
And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon
C
Raw sugar
Bb
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
Ab Gm
same black day high rise grave
No I'm not complaining Yes it could be worse
Ferment on the wish bone Match the lips to the purse
Neighborhood's a runway Fry the ass and thighs
Dirty diamond dealers pushed behind the ire's
Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon
Raw sugar
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
same black day high rise grave
Am E7
Still I wear the red dress Paint my toes and twirl
C Ab
Take it back to old times when I was still a girl
Bb Am E7
Cause now I'm all baboon boys Cootchie Cootchie Coo
C Ab
Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you
Bb
Cause summer never comes same black day high rise grave
Winter never comes same black day high rise grave
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Mgmt
Mi Amigo Invenci (...)
Mi Sobrino Memo
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