Biografía:
Ghost Mice es un grupo de folk punk formado en Bloomington, Indiana. Chris Johnston (guitarra de Operation: Cliff Clavin) y Hannah Jones (bajo de The Devil Is Electric) decidieron empezar un proyecto acústico. Chris Johnston toca la guitarra acústica y la armónica mientras que Hannah Jones el violín, ambos cantan. Las letras de las canciones de Ghost Mice mezclan temas personales y políticos. Se consideran anarquistas y creen en la ética DIY (do it yourself). Material disponible en Plan-It-X Records y No Idea Records.
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Otras canciones:
- Boy Meets Girl
- Cancer Or Car Wreak
- 1000000 An Hour
- A Song For Tomorrow
- Alas Babylon
- Albany
- All Punks Got
- All We Got Is Each Other
- Apocalypse Now
- Belgium
- Celtic Sea
- Cementville
- Cemeteries
- Chipped Tooth
- Critical Hit
- Devil And My Family
- Disconnected
- Endure
- England
- English Channel
- Europe
- Figure 8
- Firefighter
- Fix It Up
- France
- Fuck Shit Up
- Germany
- Greyhound
- Hang On Kids
- Holland
- House Of Chaos 333 S Henderson
- House Of The God Of War
- House Of The Undying
- House On Fire
- House On Wheels
- How It Sounds
- I Dare You To Live Forever
- Ill Be Happy
- Ireland
- Italy
- John And Jodie
- Keep It At Bay
- Laziness Is Next To Evilness
- Letter Home
- Lightning Bolt
- Monsters Get Slain
- New Moon Rising
- Oh Me Oh Me
- Oh Sister
- Please Quit Smoking Mom
- Sing Out
- Songs By Chris Clavin
- Spain
- Switzerland
- The Alchemist
- The Good Life
- The Moon Will Rise
- The Path
- The Wrong Train
- There Is A Light
- Tick Tock
- Up The Punks
- When Dreams Come True
- Witches And Warlocks
- Wrong Train
¡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!
This song is on the new (2013) split with Ramshackle Glory
The whole thing uses barre chords, except the low E chord but that's the same structure
as a barre chord.
A G# C#m E
I hope my house burns down
A G# C#m E
I hope my cat gets out
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
The rest of my stuff it can all burn up and I'll never think about it again
A G# C#m E
I'll just go travelling
A G# C#m E
I'll stay with my friends
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
I'll sleep on their couch and I'll help out around their house
A E A E A E C#m A
I'm caged, I'm chained, we're all slaves to the things we own
C#m A C#m A B
A G# C#m E
I hope our gas runs out
A G# C#m E
I hope everything shuts down
A G# C#m E A G#
then I can hear the sounds that used to be around before we started making
C#m
this noise
A G# C#m E
I'd like to give something else a chance
A G# C#m E
to fill the world up with their trash
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
then we could relax, we could go back to the way we were before
A E A E A E C#m A
we lost our souls, we lost our home, we all know, something's wrong
C#m A C#m A B
C#m A E G#
We know we are owned by our own
C#m A E G#
liberties we know we are helplessly hungry with
C#m A E G#
greed we know it hasn't always been like this
C#m A C#m A C#m
and we know, we're a long way from home we can feel it in our bones that
A B A end on C#m
aching secret wish that this would end
The whole thing uses barre chords, except the low E chord but that's the same structure
as a barre chord.
A G# C#m E
I hope my house burns down
A G# C#m E
I hope my cat gets out
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
The rest of my stuff it can all burn up and I'll never think about it again
A G# C#m E
I'll just go travelling
A G# C#m E
I'll stay with my friends
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
I'll sleep on their couch and I'll help out around their house
A E A E A E C#m A
I'm caged, I'm chained, we're all slaves to the things we own
C#m A C#m A B
A G# C#m E
I hope our gas runs out
A G# C#m E
I hope everything shuts down
A G# C#m E A G#
then I can hear the sounds that used to be around before we started making
C#m
this noise
A G# C#m E
I'd like to give something else a chance
A G# C#m E
to fill the world up with their trash
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
then we could relax, we could go back to the way we were before
A E A E A E C#m A
we lost our souls, we lost our home, we all know, something's wrong
C#m A C#m A B
C#m A E G#
We know we are owned by our own
C#m A E G#
liberties we know we are helplessly hungry with
C#m A E G#
greed we know it hasn't always been like this
C#m A C#m A C#m
and we know, we're a long way from home we can feel it in our bones that
A B A end on C#m
aching secret wish that this would end
Giancane
Gianluca
Gianluca Bezzina
Gianluca Grignan (...)
Gianmarco