Biography:
Portugal. The Man is an experimental indie rock band from Wasilla, Alaska (formed in 2004), but currenly based in Portland, Oregon, USA. The band's line-up currently consists of singer/guitarist John Gourley and bassist Zach Carothers (both formerly of Anatomy Of A Ghost), Gourley's wife Zoe Manville (backup vocals/percussion), guitarist Eric Howk, drummer Jason Sechrist, and keyboardist Kyle O'Quin. The band has released eight studio albums (the latest being 2017's "Woodstock")
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Other songs:
- Created
- Creep In A T-shirt
- Feel It Still
- Feel It Still (live)
- Fell It Still
- Live In The Moment
- People Say
- Sea Of Air
- Sleep Forever
- Smile
- So American
- So Young
- Waves
- Modern Jesus
- 1989
- 60 Years
- All My People
- All Your Light
- All Your Light Times Like These
- And I
- Atomic Man
- Cheer Up
- Colors
- Creep In A T
- Dayman
- Do You
- Easy Tiger
- Everyone Is Golden
- Everything You See Kids Count Hallelujahs
- Evil Friends
- Floating Time Isnt Working My Side
- Got It All
- Got It All This Cant Be Living Now
- Guns And Dogs
- Head Is A Flame Cool With It
- Hip Hop Kids
- Holy Roller Hallelujah
- Just A Fool
- Keep On
- Let You Down
- Mornings
- Mr Lonely
- My Mind
- Number One
- Oh Boy
- Once Was One
- Our Way
- Plastic Soldiers
- Purple Yellow Red And Blue
- Rich Friends
- Salt
- Senseless
- Share With Me The Sun
- Someday Believers
- Stables And Chairs
- The Dead Dog
- The Dog Dog
- The Home
- The Sun
- The Woods
- Tidal Wave
- When The War Ends
- Work All Day
- You Carried Us Acoustic
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Intro: (play root note, then strum)
G Bm G Bm G Bm G Bm
G Bm C
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
G D
All we could do
Em
No shakes or coughs or burst relief
Bm
Or lists of all our things
C G D
Just minutes making minds
G Bm C
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
G D
All we could do
Em
But the makers never made
Bm
The comers never came
D
But I still felt that awful news
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
G Bm C
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
G D
And it'll be over soon
Em
No moon children or people's sun
Bm
Or ringing in my ears
D
When I still felt that awful news
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
G Bm C
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
G D
All we could do
Em Bm
Not in birth or body
C G D
But only in our minds
Em Bm
Not in birth or body
D
I still felt that awful news
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
G Bm G Bm G Bm G Bm
G Bm C
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
G D
All we could do
Em
No shakes or coughs or burst relief
Bm
Or lists of all our things
C G D
Just minutes making minds
G Bm C
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
G D
All we could do
Em
But the makers never made
Bm
The comers never came
D
But I still felt that awful news
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
G Bm C
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
G D
And it'll be over soon
Em
No moon children or people's sun
Bm
Or ringing in my ears
D
When I still felt that awful news
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
G Bm C
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
G D
All we could do
Em Bm
Not in birth or body
C G D
But only in our minds
Em Bm
Not in birth or body
D
I still felt that awful news
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
Em
It was patience that we had
Bm
And the miles we had left
D
That held us there until we could let go
Postman Pat
Potato And Tomat (...)
Poul Krebs
Poutníci
Pouya