Biografía:
Delta Spirit es una banda de San Diego, California, usualmente son mencionados como un "hibrido del rock y el modern soul" o como una banda "Americana/soul" . El grupo incorpora instrumentos poco convencionales (como latas de basura y tambores de orquesta). Cuentan con el multi-instrumentalismo de los miembros y la deliveracion de temas con contenido religioso/espiritual del vocalista Matt Vasquez. El grupo consiste en Jon Jameson (bajista), Brandon Young (percusionista)
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Otras canciones:
- Bushwick Blues
- Devil Knows You're Dead
- People, Turn Around
- 911
- Ballad Of Vitaly
- Bleeding Bells
- California
- Children
- Devil Knows
- Empty House
- French Quarter
- From Now On Acoustic
- Hold My End Up Acoustic
- Home
- House Built For Two
- Into The Wide
- Live On Acoustic
- Ode To Sunshine
- Patriarch
- People Cmon
- People Turn Around
- Ransom Man
- Running
- Salt On The Wound
- Scarecrow
- St Francis
- Stay Away
- Strange Vine
- Streetwalker
- The Wreck
- Tomorrow Goes Away
- Trashcan
- Vivian
- Yamaha
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Standard Tuning
"Bleeding Bells"
off of "Ode to Sunshine"
C G
There's no place to lay my dead
Am F C
And I can't stand awake
C G
The growth I need is fettered to fear
Am F C
My heals dug in my place
G Am F C
Keep your heart clasped into your hands
G Am F C
Your family knows just half of where you been
C G
The Indian summer is better than nothing
Am F C
Burn the sun in my skin
C G
Bleeding bells of inner guilt
Am F C
Salvation rays are thin
G Am F C
I say to myself you don't need anyone
G Am F C
This world is fucked just as you have become
C G
I stand as a man who's seen many things
Am F C
My youth has made me strong
C G
I see the fraught of the words I have said
Am F C
Got nothing for anyone
G Am F C
The words that I speak are like the clinging hell
G Am F C
The songs that I sing's been poisoning your well
C G
Hands in my pockets and down on my knees
Am F C
I beg for will to change
C G
I've spun around from this wheel that I'm in
Am F C
In one week I'll be the same
"Bleeding Bells"
off of "Ode to Sunshine"
C G
There's no place to lay my dead
Am F C
And I can't stand awake
C G
The growth I need is fettered to fear
Am F C
My heals dug in my place
G Am F C
Keep your heart clasped into your hands
G Am F C
Your family knows just half of where you been
C G
The Indian summer is better than nothing
Am F C
Burn the sun in my skin
C G
Bleeding bells of inner guilt
Am F C
Salvation rays are thin
G Am F C
I say to myself you don't need anyone
G Am F C
This world is fucked just as you have become
C G
I stand as a man who's seen many things
Am F C
My youth has made me strong
C G
I see the fraught of the words I have said
Am F C
Got nothing for anyone
G Am F C
The words that I speak are like the clinging hell
G Am F C
The songs that I sing's been poisoning your well
C G
Hands in my pockets and down on my knees
Am F C
I beg for will to change
C G
I've spun around from this wheel that I'm in
Am F C
In one week I'll be the same
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