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!
From the Pix boards
Letter Home
A
Dear Dad, I know you’re proud of me even though you’ve never said it well
D E A
I know you are, and I know that talking can be hard
And I think I’ve proven myself to be naturally responsible
D E A D
And I want my mustang back. I want to cruise down Kirkwood,
E A
Make the other cruisers envy me
E A
I want to rip down the highways, leave a cloud of jealousy
D E
The car was nothing but a junk heap, when you bought it for me when I was
A
Fourteen
D E A
We fixed it up together, and honestly I think you can fix anything
E A
And I know you’re proud of me because I’m living my dreams
D E A E A
So please, please, please, don’t worry about me. Please don’t worry about me
A
Dear mom, I know that you’re afraid
D E A
You’ve got every right to be, growing up with nothing to born to have a dream
And I know there’s a crook inside of you, just dying to get out
D E A D
And you would hide me from the cops, if they came knocking at your house
E A
You would drive my getaway car, that’s just the way you are
You’ve gotta mothers heart
D
You’ve gotta mothers heart
E
You’ve gotta mothers heart
A
You’ve gotta mothers heart
A D
And I’m sorry that I’ve always forgot your birthday
E
And you never forgot mine
A D
And I’m sorry that I haven’t given you any grandkids
E A
And I’m sorry that I don’t have a wife
E A D E A
And I’m sorry that the way I live my life, isn’t the way you think is right
D E A
But you’ve raised me well, and I think I came out alright
E A
Even though your ashamed of me for being such a thief
E A
Well I know you still love me, and I admire your honesty
D E A D
So please, please, please, don’t worry about me
E A
Please don’t worry about me
Letter Home
A
Dear Dad, I know you’re proud of me even though you’ve never said it well
D E A
I know you are, and I know that talking can be hard
And I think I’ve proven myself to be naturally responsible
D E A D
And I want my mustang back. I want to cruise down Kirkwood,
E A
Make the other cruisers envy me
E A
I want to rip down the highways, leave a cloud of jealousy
D E
The car was nothing but a junk heap, when you bought it for me when I was
A
Fourteen
D E A
We fixed it up together, and honestly I think you can fix anything
E A
And I know you’re proud of me because I’m living my dreams
D E A E A
So please, please, please, don’t worry about me. Please don’t worry about me
A
Dear mom, I know that you’re afraid
D E A
You’ve got every right to be, growing up with nothing to born to have a dream
And I know there’s a crook inside of you, just dying to get out
D E A D
And you would hide me from the cops, if they came knocking at your house
E A
You would drive my getaway car, that’s just the way you are
You’ve gotta mothers heart
D
You’ve gotta mothers heart
E
You’ve gotta mothers heart
A
You’ve gotta mothers heart
A D
And I’m sorry that I’ve always forgot your birthday
E
And you never forgot mine
A D
And I’m sorry that I haven’t given you any grandkids
E A
And I’m sorry that I don’t have a wife
E A D E A
And I’m sorry that the way I live my life, isn’t the way you think is right
D E A
But you’ve raised me well, and I think I came out alright
E A
Even though your ashamed of me for being such a thief
E A
Well I know you still love me, and I admire your honesty
D E A D
So please, please, please, don’t worry about me
E A
Please don’t worry about me
Giancane
Gianluca
Gianluca Bezzina
Gianluca Grignan (...)
Gianmarco