Biography:
Riding The Low is lo-fi, raw, indie rock with the fat cut out. There are no five minute jams, no extravagant shredding or shoegazing; just straight-up, dynamic and instinctive guitar music. The band create songs on a prolific scale, often debuting numerous quality new tracks at each show.
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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!
[Intro]
C# G# A E G A
C# G# A E G A
[Verse 1]
C# G# A E G A
silly girl said her innocence had been somewhat misplaced
C# G# A E G A
gave it out to the boys around the back of the emgas
C# G# A E G A
silly girl misplaced some of the things she had made
C# G# A E G A
an ash tray of clay, and a box filled with matches and hair
[Chorus]
B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
it's driven me to despair
G D E
wait a little while
A G D E
hurried, crass, rushed and vile
A B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
you know it's somewhere out there
A G D E
amongst the glass rocks and nubs
A G D E
the breath, oil, teeth and gums
[Verse 2]
C# E G A
by-product of the last flats we all strive to retain our place
C# G# A E G A
given all that you have done it's a wonder we are still breathing
C# G# A E G A
give that kid a biscuit tin, surely he will show you a stage
C# G# A E G A
they will rob you of your gifts, you know the terrain
[Chorus]
B D E
its not there
A B D E
its a warzone up there
A G D E
where they attack from all sides
A G D E
just to secure their denial
A B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
you know im somwhere out there, yeah
A G D E
i am the glass, rocks and nubs
A G D E
i am the shops, fields and pubs
[Interlude]
C# G# G F# B C#
C# G# G F# B C#
[Outro]
C# G# A E G A
C# G# A
C# G# A E G A
C# G# A E G A
[Verse 1]
C# G# A E G A
silly girl said her innocence had been somewhat misplaced
C# G# A E G A
gave it out to the boys around the back of the emgas
C# G# A E G A
silly girl misplaced some of the things she had made
C# G# A E G A
an ash tray of clay, and a box filled with matches and hair
[Chorus]
B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
it's driven me to despair
G D E
wait a little while
A G D E
hurried, crass, rushed and vile
A B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
you know it's somewhere out there
A G D E
amongst the glass rocks and nubs
A G D E
the breath, oil, teeth and gums
[Verse 2]
C# E G A
by-product of the last flats we all strive to retain our place
C# G# A E G A
given all that you have done it's a wonder we are still breathing
C# G# A E G A
give that kid a biscuit tin, surely he will show you a stage
C# G# A E G A
they will rob you of your gifts, you know the terrain
[Chorus]
B D E
its not there
A B D E
its a warzone up there
A G D E
where they attack from all sides
A G D E
just to secure their denial
A B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
you know im somwhere out there, yeah
A G D E
i am the glass, rocks and nubs
A G D E
i am the shops, fields and pubs
[Interlude]
C# G# G F# B C#
C# G# G F# B C#
[Outro]
C# G# A E G A
C# G# A
Riegler Hias
Riesgo de Contag (...)
Riesgo Mondiola
Riff
Rigby
Rikard Wolff
Rikarena
Riki
Riki Musso
Riki Sorsa