Biography:
Andrew Mailloux - Vocals
Dave Gillett - Guitar
Sean Rydquist - Bass
Jesse Smith - Drums
Formed in late 2002, Seattle's Rishloo continue to gain wide-spread recognition for their dynamic sound, thought-provoking lyrics and intense live performance. Often compared to bands like Dredg, The Mars Volta, Tool, and Fair to Midland, Rishloo strives to push the envelope of psychedelic, progressive art-rock, drawing inspiration from classic artists like The Beatles
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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!
[Verse]
Am C
These are only words
Am Em
And artificial tones
Am Am
We're just skin-and-bones playing telephone with things
Em G
Probably never said at all
Am Em
This world is stitched with schemes
Em G
Where once, there was reality
Am F F
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances
Am Em Em
Between what we really are and who we claim to be
Am Am G F F
And the irony engine isn't lost on me
Am Em
The shame is that we saw it coming
Em
In the faces of the young among us
C
In crayon-and-paper drawings
C Am
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
Am G
What do they believe?
Am
Where are all their fathers?
Am Em
Where are all their mothers?
G
Who left them there alone
F G
With the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
G Am Em
"Figure it out on your own, child."
Am Am
If I still have anything to say
Am Em
I'll try to make it plain
G F
Contrivance is a luxury I don't have
F Em
In the time that's left before the madness overtakes me
C C C
I'm a voice among the voices
Em Em Em
The roar of whispers closes in
Am F
And the point seems to be pointless
Em Em Am
And I've forgotten who I am...
G Em Am G
And I've forgotten who I am...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
Artificial tones...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
These are only words...
Am C
These are only words
Am Em
And artificial tones
Am Am
We're just skin-and-bones playing telephone with things
Em G
Probably never said at all
Am Em
This world is stitched with schemes
Em G
Where once, there was reality
Am F F
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances
Am Em Em
Between what we really are and who we claim to be
Am Am G F F
And the irony engine isn't lost on me
Am Em
The shame is that we saw it coming
Em
In the faces of the young among us
C
In crayon-and-paper drawings
C Am
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
Am G
What do they believe?
Am
Where are all their fathers?
Am Em
Where are all their mothers?
G
Who left them there alone
F G
With the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
G Am Em
"Figure it out on your own, child."
Am Am
If I still have anything to say
Am Em
I'll try to make it plain
G F
Contrivance is a luxury I don't have
F Em
In the time that's left before the madness overtakes me
C C C
I'm a voice among the voices
Em Em Em
The roar of whispers closes in
Am F
And the point seems to be pointless
Em Em Am
And I've forgotten who I am...
G Em Am G
And I've forgotten who I am...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
Artificial tones...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
These are only words...
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