Biografía:
Frontier Ruckus is an American folk-rock band from Michigan. The project is centered on the lyrically intensive songs of Matthew Milia, and was formed by Milia and banjo player David Winston Jones while living in Metro Detroit. The band released its debut full-length record, The Orion Songbook, through Quite Scientific Records in November, 2008. In February, 2009, it was announced that Frontier Ruckus had joined North Carolina-based label Ramseur Records.
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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!
Standard Tuning
Capo on 2nd fret
Relative to capo
Intro:
Dm
|-------1--1------1--1---------1--1--------1--1------1--1------1--3-------------|
|-------3--3------3--3---------3--3--------3--3------3--3------3--1-------------|
|---2---2---------2------------0------0h3--3-----3---3-----0---0-----0h2-0------|
|-------0-----0---0-----0-2-3--3--------------------------------------------3---|
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------1--1------1--1---------1--1--------1--1------1--1------1--3-------------|
|--------3--3------3--3---------3--3--------3--3------3--3------3--1-------------|
|--------2---------2------------0------0h3--3-----3---3-----0---0-----0h2-0------|
|----0---0---------0-----0-2-3--3--------------------------------------------3---|
|--------------0-----------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Dm
|----1--1----1--1--|
|----3--3----3--3--|
|----2-------2-----| x2
|-0--0-------0-----|
|---------0--------|
|------------------|
Bb
|------------------|
|----3--3----3--3--|
|----3--3----3--3--| x2
|----3-------3-----|
|-1-------1--------|
|------------------|
C
|------------------|
|----1--1----1--1--|
|----0--0----0--0--| x2
|----2-------2-----|
|0h3-------2-------|
|------------------|
Dm Bb
My family does own some land where the river is wide
C Bb
At night I see my memories dimly dying on the other side
Dm Bb
I know that I am now all bitterness and tart
C Dm Bb
Anatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heart
Dm Bb
You rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I've worn to bone
C Bb
I only notice that you're glowing when I'm feeling so ever alone
Dm Bb
Drunken with the children now too many times to complain
C Dm
Trustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful sopping hole and
Bb
Now it's nothing but a bathtub drain
Dm Bb
The latter days are harder than I ever could've known
C Dm
Come back to retrieve me sometime soon
Dm Bb
If the latter days are ending then I hope I'm ending too
C Bb
And buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me and
Dm
Always blowing, so my body's bent and bowing
Bb C
Deep into the day's ending in summer
Bb C
The latter days are always panting like a second-comer
Dm Bb
All the fleshy statues of the city-square goodbyes
C Bb
Are flinging smooth-skin trinities and nakedness up into my eyes
Dm Bb
Naked swan-necked girls, your arching backs into the sun
C Dm
The highway ditch's black clouds split the median and
Bb
Breathing in of all the ribs of every bathing one
Dm
And in those trash-pit-ponds you bathe and
Bb
Oh, how you all gleam
C
Mindlessly bright where you're wet in
Bb
Your eye-lashing, fluid-splashing, rapid-flashing
Dm
Canal-bleaching dream
For me
Capo on 2nd fret
Relative to capo
Intro:
Dm
|-------1--1------1--1---------1--1--------1--1------1--1------1--3-------------|
|-------3--3------3--3---------3--3--------3--3------3--3------3--1-------------|
|---2---2---------2------------0------0h3--3-----3---3-----0---0-----0h2-0------|
|-------0-----0---0-----0-2-3--3--------------------------------------------3---|
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------1--1------1--1---------1--1--------1--1------1--1------1--3-------------|
|--------3--3------3--3---------3--3--------3--3------3--3------3--1-------------|
|--------2---------2------------0------0h3--3-----3---3-----0---0-----0h2-0------|
|----0---0---------0-----0-2-3--3--------------------------------------------3---|
|--------------0-----------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Dm
|----1--1----1--1--|
|----3--3----3--3--|
|----2-------2-----| x2
|-0--0-------0-----|
|---------0--------|
|------------------|
Bb
|------------------|
|----3--3----3--3--|
|----3--3----3--3--| x2
|----3-------3-----|
|-1-------1--------|
|------------------|
C
|------------------|
|----1--1----1--1--|
|----0--0----0--0--| x2
|----2-------2-----|
|0h3-------2-------|
|------------------|
Dm Bb
My family does own some land where the river is wide
C Bb
At night I see my memories dimly dying on the other side
Dm Bb
I know that I am now all bitterness and tart
C Dm Bb
Anatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heart
Dm Bb
You rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I've worn to bone
C Bb
I only notice that you're glowing when I'm feeling so ever alone
Dm Bb
Drunken with the children now too many times to complain
C Dm
Trustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful sopping hole and
Bb
Now it's nothing but a bathtub drain
Dm Bb
The latter days are harder than I ever could've known
C Dm
Come back to retrieve me sometime soon
Dm Bb
If the latter days are ending then I hope I'm ending too
C Bb
And buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me and
Dm
Always blowing, so my body's bent and bowing
Bb C
Deep into the day's ending in summer
Bb C
The latter days are always panting like a second-comer
Dm Bb
All the fleshy statues of the city-square goodbyes
C Bb
Are flinging smooth-skin trinities and nakedness up into my eyes
Dm Bb
Naked swan-necked girls, your arching backs into the sun
C Dm
The highway ditch's black clouds split the median and
Bb
Breathing in of all the ribs of every bathing one
Dm
And in those trash-pit-ponds you bathe and
Bb
Oh, how you all gleam
C
Mindlessly bright where you're wet in
Bb
Your eye-lashing, fluid-splashing, rapid-flashing
Dm
Canal-bleaching dream
For me
Froth (US)
Froy Choi
Froya
Froz
Frozen Light