Biography:
A Camp first drew breath in a forest in Northern Sweden, neck deep in snow, in the waning of the last millenium, amongst families of foxes.
It began a collabrative effort between two Swedish humans: Nina Persson, whose band The Cardigans had seen crazy success in the roaring 90s, and Niclas Frisk, a sonic wanderer who had himself enjoyed pop stardom with his band Atomic Swing. In common was a love for classic American music, and a melancholy both universal and somehow highly specific to the Scandinavian psyche.
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[Verse]
F
Brighten the corners and clear out the room
Bb
Color the flowers in rose and maroon
C
Light up the fires and season this wine
Gm
We're gonna party like it's 1699
[Verse]
F
Slaughter the rabbits, the doves, and the boars
Bb
And lay all the tables and open the doors
C
The Creme del a Creme will be waiting
Gm
On one guest of honor
[Pre-Chorus]
Bb
Oh up go the curtains
Gm
And down go the virgins
F E
Oh no, mothers are crying
Bm Gm F C
Ladies of virtue, will stand to accuse you of heartbreak and theft
[Chorus]
F
Bells are gonna ring
Am
Birds are gonna sing
Dm Gm
Let the people begin
F Gm F
The crowning of your big head
[Verse]
F
Young drunken girls in a hideous dance
Bb
Sing a heartfelt lament of the death of romance
C
Beautiful boys turn and offer their cheeks
Gm
Preening and prancing, the outcome looks bleak
[Verse]
F
Good times are rolling
But outside these walls
Bb
Our houses will crumble, this city will fall
C
But a few broken pawns don't mean nothing
Gm
To our guest of honor
[Pre-chorus]
Bb
So let's raise our glasses
Gm F
To murderess asses like you
E
May you sleep soundly
Bb
Once we had laughter
Gm
You got what you're after
F C
Oh you wear it well
[Chorus]
F
Bells are gonna ring
Am
Birds are gonna sing
Dm Gm
Let the people begin
F Gm
Hear how the hearts are pounding
F Bb
We're all witnessing the crowning
C Fm
Of your big bleeding head
[Instrumental]
Fm Bbm Fm Gm C
[Verse]
F
Bells are gonna ring
Am
Birds are gonna sing
Dm Gm
Let the people begin
[Outro]
F Bb
Hear how the hearts are pounding
F Gm
Your rise, nothing but astounding
F Bb
We're all witnessing the crowning
Dm C F
On your useless, ruthless head
F
Brighten the corners and clear out the room
Bb
Color the flowers in rose and maroon
C
Light up the fires and season this wine
Gm
We're gonna party like it's 1699
[Verse]
F
Slaughter the rabbits, the doves, and the boars
Bb
And lay all the tables and open the doors
C
The Creme del a Creme will be waiting
Gm
On one guest of honor
[Pre-Chorus]
Bb
Oh up go the curtains
Gm
And down go the virgins
F E
Oh no, mothers are crying
Bm Gm F C
Ladies of virtue, will stand to accuse you of heartbreak and theft
[Chorus]
F
Bells are gonna ring
Am
Birds are gonna sing
Dm Gm
Let the people begin
F Gm F
The crowning of your big head
[Verse]
F
Young drunken girls in a hideous dance
Bb
Sing a heartfelt lament of the death of romance
C
Beautiful boys turn and offer their cheeks
Gm
Preening and prancing, the outcome looks bleak
[Verse]
F
Good times are rolling
But outside these walls
Bb
Our houses will crumble, this city will fall
C
But a few broken pawns don't mean nothing
Gm
To our guest of honor
[Pre-chorus]
Bb
So let's raise our glasses
Gm F
To murderess asses like you
E
May you sleep soundly
Bb
Once we had laughter
Gm
You got what you're after
F C
Oh you wear it well
[Chorus]
F
Bells are gonna ring
Am
Birds are gonna sing
Dm Gm
Let the people begin
F Gm
Hear how the hearts are pounding
F Bb
We're all witnessing the crowning
C Fm
Of your big bleeding head
[Instrumental]
Fm Bbm Fm Gm C
[Verse]
F
Bells are gonna ring
Am
Birds are gonna sing
Dm Gm
Let the people begin
[Outro]
F Bb
Hear how the hearts are pounding
F Gm
Your rise, nothing but astounding
F Bb
We're all witnessing the crowning
Dm C F
On your useless, ruthless head
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