Biography:
Senses Fail are a punk band formed in Ridgewood, New Jersey in 2002. The band's original lineup consisted of James "Buddy" Nielsen, Dan Trapp, Dave Miller, Garrett Zablocki, and Mike Glita. The band released their debut EP From the Depths of Dreams with a limited 300 copy run on August 13, 2002, through ECA Records. It was then reissued through their new label Drive-Thru Records on April 29, 2003 with two bonus tracks, "Handguns and Second Chances" and "The Ground Folds (acoustic).
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Other songs:
- Buried A Lie
- Calling All Cars
- Priest And The Matador
- Rum
- The Ground Folds
- Blackout
- Bloody Romance
- Cant Be Saved
- Death Bed
- Family Tradition
- Garden State
- Hair Of The Dog
- In Your Absence
- Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday
- Lady In A Blue Dress
- Lady In The Blue Dress
- Let It Enfold You
- Lost And Found
- Nj Falls Into The Atlantic
- Orlando And A Miscarriage
- Safe House
- Shaking Hands
- Slowdance
- The Martyr
- War Paint
- Yellow Angels
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Chords:
F#m D A A7
|-2----2--0--0---------------------|
|-2----3--2--2---------------------|
|-2----2--2--1---------------------|
|-4----0--2--2---------------------|
|-4----0--0--0---------------------|
|-2----0--0--0---------------------|
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7 (ring)
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m D
So speak your knives.
(Don't follow, with your foot)
F#m D
All this pain here,
(All comes from your dry lung)
F#m D
I won't listen
(Your rhetoric is fleeting)
F#m D
My lies are fixed with glue.
F#m
Coming straight from off the water
D
Sunburned face and drunken father
F#m D
Crying as she's carving in her flesh.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7 (ring)
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m D
This false art
(Of palm trees and trash heaps)
F#m D
This burning bed
(Where my ghost will now sleep)
F#m
Watching romance from a far seat
D
Bleeding from the glass on my feet
F#m D
Learning that I love the smell of flesh.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m
An angel on his two knees
D
Arms stretched towards the red sea
A A7
Of violence and a sultry tongue
F#m
The scenic view of carnage
D
Caused by the sword in his hands
A A7
The beauty resonates in birth.
F#m D A A7
It's plain to see the wind beneath the trees.
F#m D A A7
Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
F#m D A A7
I lay in space choked by my own air.
F#m D A A7
I love the taste of your blackened lips.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7
Naked like the truth should always be
F#m D A A7
|-2----2--0--0---------------------|
|-2----3--2--2---------------------|
|-2----2--2--1---------------------|
|-4----0--2--2---------------------|
|-4----0--0--0---------------------|
|-2----0--0--0---------------------|
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7 (ring)
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m D
So speak your knives.
(Don't follow, with your foot)
F#m D
All this pain here,
(All comes from your dry lung)
F#m D
I won't listen
(Your rhetoric is fleeting)
F#m D
My lies are fixed with glue.
F#m
Coming straight from off the water
D
Sunburned face and drunken father
F#m D
Crying as she's carving in her flesh.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7 (ring)
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m D
This false art
(Of palm trees and trash heaps)
F#m D
This burning bed
(Where my ghost will now sleep)
F#m
Watching romance from a far seat
D
Bleeding from the glass on my feet
F#m D
Learning that I love the smell of flesh.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m
An angel on his two knees
D
Arms stretched towards the red sea
A A7
Of violence and a sultry tongue
F#m
The scenic view of carnage
D
Caused by the sword in his hands
A A7
The beauty resonates in birth.
F#m D A A7
It's plain to see the wind beneath the trees.
F#m D A A7
Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
F#m D A A7
I lay in space choked by my own air.
F#m D A A7
I love the taste of your blackened lips.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7
Naked like the truth should always be
Serge Lama
Sergent Garcia
Sergey Eybog
Sergey Stepanov
Sergio Dalma