Biography:
In the winter of 2008, six friends, roommates, and lovers decided to start playing music together. Inspired by Canadian literary genius Mordecai Richler – and undeterred by their lack of formal training or the fact that “Barney’s Version” is a shitty name for a band – they settled on "Hooded Fang".
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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!
(E) A E D E x4
A E D E
In my younger days, when I felt older then
A E D E
I tried to talk to you, baby let somethin' warmer in
A E D E
The games were different, I didn't quite know the rules
F#m E
It could have been something I said
E A
Bah ba-da ba-da ba-da
A E D E
I remember one day, bikin' round the parkin' lot
A E D E
Wearin' my dad's haircut and feeling like I played the part
A E D E
My brother and sister, they would make me conversate
F#m E
With the passerby who would wonder why
A E
The days go so long
A E
The days go so long,
A E
The days go so long,
And I think,
A D E
Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city?
A D E
Wondering how to get home at night
A D E
Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city?
Tonight
A E D E x2
A E D E
Climbin' my staircase, trying to get outside
A E D E
I reach the rooftop, always the best place to hide
A E D E
My brother and sister, they would get kicks for days
F#m E
Hearin' what the strangers had to say
D E A
The days go soooooooooooooooo long
D E A
The days go soooooooooooooooo long,
D E A
The days go soooooooooooooooo long,
D E A
The days go on so long
A E D E x3
F#m E
A E D E
In my younger days, when I felt older then
A E D E
I tried to talk to you, baby let somethin' warmer in
A E D E
The games were different, I didn't quite know the rules
F#m E
It could have been something I said
E A
Bah ba-da ba-da ba-da
A E D E
I remember one day, bikin' round the parkin' lot
A E D E
Wearin' my dad's haircut and feeling like I played the part
A E D E
My brother and sister, they would make me conversate
F#m E
With the passerby who would wonder why
A E
The days go so long
A E
The days go so long,
A E
The days go so long,
And I think,
A D E
Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city?
A D E
Wondering how to get home at night
A D E
Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city?
Tonight
A E D E x2
A E D E
Climbin' my staircase, trying to get outside
A E D E
I reach the rooftop, always the best place to hide
A E D E
My brother and sister, they would get kicks for days
F#m E
Hearin' what the strangers had to say
D E A
The days go soooooooooooooooo long
D E A
The days go soooooooooooooooo long,
D E A
The days go soooooooooooooooo long,
D E A
The days go on so long
A E D E x3
F#m E
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