Biography:
The Shins are an American indie rock band centered around James Mercer.
The band formed in 1997, in Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States as a side project of Mercer (previously of Blue Roof Dinner) and drummer Jesse Sandoval, who were both members of Flake Music. The band's original lineup was Mercer (vocals, guitar), Sandoval (drums), Marty Crandall (keyboards) and Dave Hernandez (bass). Neil Langford replaced Hernandez in 1998. Hernandez returned to the band in 2003, as Langford had left the band in 2001.
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Other songs:
- 40 Mark Strasse
- A Comet Appears
- Austrailia
- Bait And Switch
- For A Fool
- Girl On The Wing
- It's Only Life
- Kissing The Lipless
- New Slang
- Phantom Limb
- Pink Bullets
- Port Of Morrow
- September
- Simple Song
- Sleeping Lessons
- So Now What
- Australia
- Saint Simon
- A Call To Apathity
- Breathe
- Caring Is Creepy
- Celebate Life
- Celibate Life
- Cherry Hearts
- Dead Alive
- Eating Styes From Elephant Eyes
- Eating Styes From Elephants Eyes
- Fall Of 82
- Fantasy Island
- Fighting In A Sack
- Flake Music
- Girl Inform Me
- Gone For Good
- Half A Million
- Heartworms
- Its Only Life
- Know Your Onion
- Mildenhall
- Mines Not A High Horse
- My Seventh Rib
- Name For You
- No Way Down
- Nothing At All
- One By One All Day
- Painting A Hole
- Pam Berry
- Pariah King
- Past And Pending
- Plenty Is Never Enough
- Pressed In A Book
- Red Rabbits
- Rubber Ballz
- Sea Legs
- So Says I
- Sphagnum Esplanade
- Spilt Needles
- Split Needles
- The Fear
- The Past And Pending
- The Past And The Pending
- The Rifles Spiral
- The Waltz Is Over
- Theyll Soon Discover
- Those Bold City Girls
- Those To Come
- Turn A Square
- Turn On Me
- We Will Become Silhouettes
- Weird Divide
- When I Goose Step
- Won One Too Many Fights
- Young Pilgrims
- Your Algebra
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Pink Bullets - The Shins
Capo III - Chords relative to capo
[Intro]
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
[Verse]
Em D A Em D A
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Em D A Em D A
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Em D A Em D A
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Em D A Em D A
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
[Chorus]
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to a brick sweet as a song
C D
the years have been short but the days were long
[Verse]
Em D A Em D A
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Em D A Em D A
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Em D A Em D A
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Em D A Em D A
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
[Chorus]
G D
Since then it's been a book
G
you read in reverse
D
so you understand less as the pages turn
G D F
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
C D
that even I could be the star
[Bridge]
C D F G
I dont look back much as a rule
C D F G
and all this way before murder is cool
C D G C
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
D
a warm light on a winter's day
[Instrumental]
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
[Chorus]
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to brick sweet as a song
C F
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
C
to loose kites falling from the sky
F C D
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
******************************
Without capo
[Intro]
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
[Verse]
Gm F C Gm F C
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Gm F C Gm F C
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Gm F C Gm F C
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Gm F C Gm F C
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
[Chorus]
A# F
Over the ramparts you tossed
A# F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
A# F G#
tied to a brick sweet as a song
D# F
the years have been short but the days were long
[Verse]
Gm F C Gm F C
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Gm F C Gm F C
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Gm F C Gm F C
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Gm F C Gm F C
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
[Chorus]
A# F
Since then it's been a book
A#
you read in reverse
F
so you understand less as the pages turn
A# F G#
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
D# F
that even I could be the star
[Bridge]
D# F G# A#
I dont look back much as a rule
D# F G# A#
and all this way before murder is cool
C# F A# D#
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
F
a warm light on a winter's day
[Instrumental]
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
[Chorus]
A# F
Over the ramparts you tossed
A# F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
A# F G#
tied to brick sweet as a song
D# G#
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
D#
to loose kites falling from the sky
G# D# A#
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
Capo III - Chords relative to capo
[Intro]
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
[Verse]
Em D A Em D A
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Em D A Em D A
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Em D A Em D A
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Em D A Em D A
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
[Chorus]
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to a brick sweet as a song
C D
the years have been short but the days were long
[Verse]
Em D A Em D A
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Em D A Em D A
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Em D A Em D A
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Em D A Em D A
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
[Chorus]
G D
Since then it's been a book
G
you read in reverse
D
so you understand less as the pages turn
G D F
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
C D
that even I could be the star
[Bridge]
C D F G
I dont look back much as a rule
C D F G
and all this way before murder is cool
C D G C
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
D
a warm light on a winter's day
[Instrumental]
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
[Chorus]
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to brick sweet as a song
C F
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
C
to loose kites falling from the sky
F C D
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
******************************
Without capo
[Intro]
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
[Verse]
Gm F C Gm F C
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Gm F C Gm F C
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Gm F C Gm F C
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Gm F C Gm F C
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
[Chorus]
A# F
Over the ramparts you tossed
A# F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
A# F G#
tied to a brick sweet as a song
D# F
the years have been short but the days were long
[Verse]
Gm F C Gm F C
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Gm F C Gm F C
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Gm F C Gm F C
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Gm F C Gm F C
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
[Chorus]
A# F
Since then it's been a book
A#
you read in reverse
F
so you understand less as the pages turn
A# F G#
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
D# F
that even I could be the star
[Bridge]
D# F G# A#
I dont look back much as a rule
D# F G# A#
and all this way before murder is cool
C# F A# D#
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
F
a warm light on a winter's day
[Instrumental]
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
[Chorus]
A# F
Over the ramparts you tossed
A# F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
A# F G#
tied to brick sweet as a song
D# G#
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
D#
to loose kites falling from the sky
G# D# A#
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
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