Biografía:
Foxboro Hot Tubs es una banda estadounidense de 'garage rock'. Hicieron su primera presentación en diciembre de 2007, debutando 3 canciones en su Myspace. Poco después, el grupo fue descubierto y posteriormente hicieron noticia, siendo anunciados como el siguiente proyecto de la banda Green Day, mostrando así su faceta secreta.
Con sus 6 integrantes:
Billie Joe Armstrong - voz
Mike Dirnt - bajo y voz
Tré Cool - batería
Jason White - guitarra
Kevin Preston - guitarra
Jason Freese - teclado, saxofón y flauta
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Otras canciones:
¡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!
Highway 1, tb by whatsername - www.whatsername.at
Intro one, two – a one, two three, four you doing it fucking wrong
Verse1
B D E A B I´m on A midnight dead trip
I'm on a mission from God.
A stolen car and a death wish.
To hell on Highway 1
Chorus
E
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
E B B
I'm gonna fly til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
E
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
F#
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
G A
I'm al--ive!!!
Verse2
B D E A B
As the wind comes off the ocean.
And my hair is combed just right.
I'm in a stolen locomotion.
Straight out of 1965.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my friends and a shark skin jacket.
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die.
I'm al—ive, Whoo!!
Guitar Solo 4x verse theme B D E A B
Verse3
B D E A B
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
B D E A B C'mon!
B D E A B Hahaha!
2x B D E A B
Intro one, two – a one, two three, four you doing it fucking wrong
Verse1
B D E A B I´m on A midnight dead trip
I'm on a mission from God.
A stolen car and a death wish.
To hell on Highway 1
Chorus
E
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
E B B
I'm gonna fly til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
E
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
F#
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
G A
I'm al--ive!!!
Verse2
B D E A B
As the wind comes off the ocean.
And my hair is combed just right.
I'm in a stolen locomotion.
Straight out of 1965.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my friends and a shark skin jacket.
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die.
I'm al—ive, Whoo!!
Guitar Solo 4x verse theme B D E A B
Verse3
B D E A B
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
B D E A B C'mon!
B D E A B Hahaha!
2x B D E A B
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