Biography:
The Classic Crime is a Seattle-based alternative rock band. They released their Tooth & Nail debut album, 'Albatross', in 2006. It marked the fastest first-week sales for a new artist in the history of T&N. The band members are Matt MacDonald (vocals), Justin DuQue (guitar), Robert "Cheeze" Negrin (guitar), Alan Clark (bass), and Paul "Skip" Erickson (drums).
While touring in support of their full-length album Albatross, the band created the Acoustic EP: Seattle Sessions, which was simply a compilation of songs they created while on the road.
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Other songs:
- Coldest Heart
- Seatle
- The Precipice
- A Perfect Voice
- Abracadavers
- Albatross
- Beautiful Darkside
- Black And White
- Broken Mess
- City Of Orphans
- Closer Than We Think
- Dead Rose
- Different Now
- Drink In My Hand
- Everything
- Everything And Nothing
- Far From Home
- Fight
- Four Chords
- Glass Houses
- Headlights
- Heaven And Hell
- Holy Water
- I Know The Feeling
- More
- My Name
- Not Done With You Yet
- Salt In The Snow
- Say The Word
- Seattle
- Selfish
- Sing
- Solar Powered Life
- The Beginning
- The Happy Nihilist
- The Test
- The Way That You Are
- Vagabonds
- Wake Up Shipwreck
- Walk With Me
- We All Look Elsewhere
- What Id Give Up
- Where Did You Go
- Who Needs Air
- You And Me Both
- Young Again
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!
CAPO 2
Intro: A E F#M D E
A E F#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
A E F#M D E
In a 300 square foot studio above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill
A E F#M D E
And every night she walks the block to trade in her time for cheap thrills
A E F#M D E
And everyone she meets is cool, but just out of reach and it kills
F#M D A E
She used to spend her nights by firelight and singing to the stars
F#M E
Now shes ours
A E F#M D E
Kevin left from Denver where the air is clear and people are nice
A E F#M D E
And he traded it for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise
F#M D A E
For now he felt like he belonged to those who understood him
F#M D A E
But he sold his soul to fit right in and he watched his friends desert him
F#M D A E
He used to spend his nights by candlelight and drinking wine to vinyl
F#M E
Now hes ours
D
Its a city of orphans
A E
Who had nowhere to go
D
So they cashed in their dreams
A E
Headed northwest to the sea and they called it their home
D
But most dont belong here
A E
Were all running away
D A
And well drain you dry of all semblance of life
E
We dont give we just take, take, take
Bridge:
F#M F#M
But this city has no Bible
F#M F#M
Theres no meaning you can use
D E A
Were all desperately searching for truth
D
Were a city of orphans
A E
Who had nowhere to go
D A
So we cashed in our dreams, filled our glasses with Beam
E
and our bodies with smoke
D
and we spend every weeknight
A E
trading pints at the Streamline
D A E
and we talk about truth and we talk about love but we wake up to lies, lies, lies
D
its a city of orphans
A E
where did our fathers go
D A E
we stumble around in the bad part of town at the end of our rope
D
but there are no answers
A E
on the tables of oak
D
if God could just hear us
A E
we think that Hes near, but He left long ago
D
were a city of orphans
A E
what do we do to ourselves?
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
A E F#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
This is my first song to put up here. I'm not too sure on the 4 F#m's in the bridge
section, but it fits. I hope this works for you, Thanks!
Intro: A E F#M D E
A E F#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
A E F#M D E
In a 300 square foot studio above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill
A E F#M D E
And every night she walks the block to trade in her time for cheap thrills
A E F#M D E
And everyone she meets is cool, but just out of reach and it kills
F#M D A E
She used to spend her nights by firelight and singing to the stars
F#M E
Now shes ours
A E F#M D E
Kevin left from Denver where the air is clear and people are nice
A E F#M D E
And he traded it for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise
F#M D A E
For now he felt like he belonged to those who understood him
F#M D A E
But he sold his soul to fit right in and he watched his friends desert him
F#M D A E
He used to spend his nights by candlelight and drinking wine to vinyl
F#M E
Now hes ours
D
Its a city of orphans
A E
Who had nowhere to go
D
So they cashed in their dreams
A E
Headed northwest to the sea and they called it their home
D
But most dont belong here
A E
Were all running away
D A
And well drain you dry of all semblance of life
E
We dont give we just take, take, take
Bridge:
F#M F#M
But this city has no Bible
F#M F#M
Theres no meaning you can use
D E A
Were all desperately searching for truth
D
Were a city of orphans
A E
Who had nowhere to go
D A
So we cashed in our dreams, filled our glasses with Beam
E
and our bodies with smoke
D
and we spend every weeknight
A E
trading pints at the Streamline
D A E
and we talk about truth and we talk about love but we wake up to lies, lies, lies
D
its a city of orphans
A E
where did our fathers go
D A E
we stumble around in the bad part of town at the end of our rope
D
but there are no answers
A E
on the tables of oak
D
if God could just hear us
A E
we think that Hes near, but He left long ago
D
were a city of orphans
A E
what do we do to ourselves?
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
A E F#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
This is my first song to put up here. I'm not too sure on the 4 F#m's in the bridge
section, but it fits. I hope this works for you, Thanks!
The Cog Is Dead
The Color Fred
The Commodores
The Common Linne (...)
The Congos