Biografía:
Foxing is an American emo band from St. Louis, Missouri.
They began in 2011. In 2014, they signed to Triple Crown Records.In spring of 2014, alongside The Adventures, Foxing supported Seahaven on their spring tour. Also in 2014, Foxing embarked on a summer headlining tour alongside The Hotelier. In the fall of 2014, Foxing supported Modern Baseball on their fall headlining tour.
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¡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!
[Intro]
G Bm F#m D
[Verse]
G Bm F#m D
My bloodhound
G
baying at your door
Bm F#m D
The wild grass
G Bm F#m
overlapping your front porch
D G Bm F#m
The sound of scratching claws trimmed short
D G Bm F#m D
Keeps you buttoned up on the floor
A D G
And you're reduced to howls
A D G
And I'm not there to drown them out
A D G
Swallowing up the room
Letting yourself down
[Verse 2]
G Bm F#m D
Darling I'll be fine (The hiccups my mouth emits)
G Bm F#m D
I've left behind my calluses (This solicitude I won't forgive)
G Bm F#m D
I'll be whatever you like (All of this inside my head)
G Bm F#m D
Your seafaring love to the shore
[Verse 3]
G Bm D
When the tide rolled in there was nothing left
G Bm D
But an albatross hanging from my neck
G Bm D
And just as you could not contain the sea
G Bm D
You could not contain me
G Bm F#m D
[Verse]
G Bm F#m D
My bloodhound
G
baying at your door
Bm F#m D
The wild grass
G Bm F#m
overlapping your front porch
D G Bm F#m
The sound of scratching claws trimmed short
D G Bm F#m D
Keeps you buttoned up on the floor
A D G
And you're reduced to howls
A D G
And I'm not there to drown them out
A D G
Swallowing up the room
Letting yourself down
[Verse 2]
G Bm F#m D
Darling I'll be fine (The hiccups my mouth emits)
G Bm F#m D
I've left behind my calluses (This solicitude I won't forgive)
G Bm F#m D
I'll be whatever you like (All of this inside my head)
G Bm F#m D
Your seafaring love to the shore
[Verse 3]
G Bm D
When the tide rolled in there was nothing left
G Bm D
But an albatross hanging from my neck
G Bm D
And just as you could not contain the sea
G Bm D
You could not contain me
Frah Quintale
Frames
Framing Hanley
Fran Perea
France Gall