Biography:
Matt (28), Joe (26), Esra (24), and Simri-Ramon (20) grew up in a family of nine in Basle. "Our mother encouraged us to sing from a very early age," explains Joe. Ever since they were tiny, they have been making music together. Initially, they performed in nursing homes, hospitals, and at private events. Then came an event that changed their lives: in 2001, the Buchli family moved to Australia for two years, setting up home at 77 Bombay Street in Adelaide.
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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!
New song from 77 Bombay Street third album "Seven Mountains", out very soon! :D Love this song, I'm happy
it's not that hard to play :3
Am Am7 Am Am7
Am Am7
Look at me with your rubber eyes
Am Am7
I believed in elaborate lies
F E
But now I'll live today and then tomorrow
Am Am7
we are gonna look at life when we're not covered in fear
Am Am7
and we know we're gonna take it from here
F E
We've broken mountains, they can never stop us
E
So they'll say...
Am G C G D
I will live in a hope that I can give
Am G C G D
I will fly over seven mountains high
Am Am7
We saw the army waiting there
Am Am7
With it, all our dreams laid bare
F E
Have you always thought that this is going nowhere?
Am Am7
Remember when we were neglecting the signs
Am Am7
Lost control they started breaking the lines
F E
And we used to love then give away
E
So they'll say...
Am G C G D
I will live in a hope that I can give
Am G C G D
I will fly over seven mountains high
Am C G D
Oohh... oohh... oohh... oohh...
Am C G D
Oohh... oohh... oohh... oohh...
Am
Do I have to live this way
C
Cannot go, I cannot stay
G D
flying, flying, high...
Am
With all our dreams inside my head
C
always waiting, always dread
G D
flying, flying, high...
Am
Do I have to live this way
C
Cannot go, I cannot stay
G D
flying, flying, high...
Am
With all our dreams inside my head
C
always waiting, always dread
G D
flying, flying, high...
Am G C G D
I will live in a hope that I can give
Am G C G D
I will fly over seven mountains high
Am C G D
Oohh... oohh... oohh... oohh...
Am C G D
Oohh... oohh... oohh... oohh...
Am Am7 Am Am7
Am Am7
When we're old and looking back
Am Am7
you'll hear us whispering the fact
F E
we were telling stories till we're gray
Am
so they'll say.
it's not that hard to play :3
Am Am7 Am Am7
Am Am7
Look at me with your rubber eyes
Am Am7
I believed in elaborate lies
F E
But now I'll live today and then tomorrow
Am Am7
we are gonna look at life when we're not covered in fear
Am Am7
and we know we're gonna take it from here
F E
We've broken mountains, they can never stop us
E
So they'll say...
Am G C G D
I will live in a hope that I can give
Am G C G D
I will fly over seven mountains high
Am Am7
We saw the army waiting there
Am Am7
With it, all our dreams laid bare
F E
Have you always thought that this is going nowhere?
Am Am7
Remember when we were neglecting the signs
Am Am7
Lost control they started breaking the lines
F E
And we used to love then give away
E
So they'll say...
Am G C G D
I will live in a hope that I can give
Am G C G D
I will fly over seven mountains high
Am C G D
Oohh... oohh... oohh... oohh...
Am C G D
Oohh... oohh... oohh... oohh...
Am
Do I have to live this way
C
Cannot go, I cannot stay
G D
flying, flying, high...
Am
With all our dreams inside my head
C
always waiting, always dread
G D
flying, flying, high...
Am
Do I have to live this way
C
Cannot go, I cannot stay
G D
flying, flying, high...
Am
With all our dreams inside my head
C
always waiting, always dread
G D
flying, flying, high...
Am G C G D
I will live in a hope that I can give
Am G C G D
I will fly over seven mountains high
Am C G D
Oohh... oohh... oohh... oohh...
Am C G D
Oohh... oohh... oohh... oohh...
Am Am7 Am Am7
Am Am7
When we're old and looking back
Am Am7
you'll hear us whispering the fact
F E
we were telling stories till we're gray
Am
so they'll say.
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