Biografía:
Frog Eyes son una banda de indie rock canadiense provenientes de Victoria, British Columbia.
El cuarteto esta lideado por el vocal y guitarrista Carey Mercer quien se caracteriza por sus melodicos vocales yuxtapuestos a sus girantes masas hechas guitarra con teclados y su bateria.
La baterista (y tambien esposa de Mercer) Melanie Campbell se hace notar en el uso de un "dinger" como parte de su bateria como elemento especial.
Antes de estar en Frog Eyes Mercer formaba parte de Blue Pine
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Otras canciones:
- A Flower In A Glove
- Claxxons Lament
- Crystal Blip
- Deaths Ship
- Dont Give Up Your Dreams
- I Aint Around Much
- Idle Songs
- Lear In Love
- Odettas War
- On A Finely Sewn Sleeve
- Rejoinders In A Storm
- Rip Down The Fences That Fence The Garden
- The Beat Is Down Four Wretched Singers Beyond Any World That You Have Known
- The Country Child
- The Sensitive Girls
- Two Girls One For Heaven And The Other One For Rome
¡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]
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[Verse]
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Well, I ain't around much, I program my name into the air,
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I assure the crow in the morning, You are my favorite son,
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I'm not your favorite son, The sacred question shall burn into your brain,
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But when the wind blows black, grief upon thy face,
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You shall mutter my, my name, and then regain,
Em
The composure,
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Of the man that I love, And you'll climb with your son,
G Em
Up on the ragged mountain's path, Oh it's a beggars dusty train,
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And sleep on boulder beds, Quell your own damned wrath,
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And think of ways to trade your name, You light a fire for the girls, light a fire for the girls
Em
Singing "Sharpen your knife"
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And tell 'em tales from your wicked life, Tell 'em that the march of that face,
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Searching to the greater m-man, And the only way to love,
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Is to take me in, My voice is everywhere,
G Em
My voice is no, no where, My voice is in the air,
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That's what I wanted to hear, That's why I now stay your hand,
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You may return to your families, You may never understand, you may never understand,
Em
That I just wanted to hear, oh-oh-oh,
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The sound, oh the sound, Of their father,
G Em
Saying goodbye, Whoa-oh-oh
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[Verse]
G Em
Well, I ain't around much, I program my name into the air,
D A
I assure the crow in the morning, You are my favorite son,
G Em
I'm not your favorite son, The sacred question shall burn into your brain,
D A
But when the wind blows black, grief upon thy face,
G
You shall mutter my, my name, and then regain,
Em
The composure,
D A
Of the man that I love, And you'll climb with your son,
G Em
Up on the ragged mountain's path, Oh it's a beggars dusty train,
D A
And sleep on boulder beds, Quell your own damned wrath,
G
And think of ways to trade your name, You light a fire for the girls, light a fire for the girls
Em
Singing "Sharpen your knife"
D A
And tell 'em tales from your wicked life, Tell 'em that the march of that face,
G Em
Searching to the greater m-man, And the only way to love,
D A
Is to take me in, My voice is everywhere,
G Em
My voice is no, no where, My voice is in the air,
D A
That's what I wanted to hear, That's why I now stay your hand,
G
You may return to your families, You may never understand, you may never understand,
Em
That I just wanted to hear, oh-oh-oh,
D A
The sound, oh the sound, Of their father,
G Em
Saying goodbye, Whoa-oh-oh
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