Biography:
Tilly and the Wall are an indie rock group which formed in Omaha, Nebraska, United States in 2001. The band consists of Derek Pressnall (vocals, guitar), his wife Jamie Pressnall (tap dancer), Neely Jenkins (vocals, bass), Kianna Alarid (vocals, recorder, bass) and Nick White (keyboards). The band has gained notoriety for having a tap dancer provide percussion instead of a drummer (although drums and drum machines are occasionally used on some of their recordings
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- Freest Man
- Ice Storm Big Gust And You
- Let It Rain
- Lost Girls
- Rainbows In The Dark
- Shake Shake
- Bad Education
- Beat Control
- Bessa
- Blood Flower
- Brave Day
- Coughing Colors
- Dust Me Off
- Fell Down The Stairs
- I Always Knew
- Love Song
- Night Of The Living Dead
- Nights Of The Living Dead
- Perfect Fit
- Pot Kettle Black
- Reckless
- Shake It Out
- Sing Songs Along
- Static Expressions
- Tall Tall Grass
- The Freest Man
- You And I Misbehaving
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Into: G
C
Well the high school kids they're all fucked up
Am
Touching each other, oh my god.
C
Yeah and forty ounces was never enough.
Am
We want to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out.
C
Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes,
Am
while boys kissed boys in hotel rooms.
C
Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost
Am
they kicked us out into the dirty streets of
G
Atlanta.
C
So it's Friday night down on North Avenue,
Am
where the gas station parking lot prostitutes
C
tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors.
Am
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses.
C
A caravan of kids, some big old mess,
Am
on an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death.
C
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes.
Am
We're going to end up screaming about some midnight
G
garage sale.
CHORUS
C G Am
God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead?
C G Am
God, put down your hand we're not listening.
Dm E
The microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs.
next verse is the same chords
chorus
let Am ring
Oh we never were.
C,Am,C, Am
I want to fuck it up.
I feel so alive.
And I feel.
end on C
Into: G
C
Well the high school kids they're all fucked up
Am
Touching each other, oh my god.
C
Yeah and forty ounces was never enough.
Am
We want to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out.
C
Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes,
Am
while boys kissed boys in hotel rooms.
C
Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost
Am
they kicked us out into the dirty streets of
G
Atlanta.
C
So it's Friday night down on North Avenue,
Am
where the gas station parking lot prostitutes
C
tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors.
Am
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses.
C
A caravan of kids, some big old mess,
Am
on an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death.
C
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes.
Am
We're going to end up screaming about some midnight
G
garage sale.
CHORUS
C G Am
God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead?
C G Am
God, put down your hand we're not listening.
Dm E
The microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs.
next verse is the same chords
chorus
let Am ring
Oh we never were.
C,Am,C, Am
I want to fuck it up.
I feel so alive.
And I feel.
end on C
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