Biografía:
Procedentes de Dinamarca, I Got You On Tape, ha conseguido un sonido propio gracias a una sección rítmica densa, un juego de melodías envidiable y el carisma de su cantante, con una particular voz grave sin procesar que encaja de maravilla con las guitarras de Funch y Bro, ricas en matices y arreglos. Si a esto sumas el bajo “jazzero” de Skovbakke y las baterías secas y trotonas de Kielsgaard obtendrás un interesante trabajo de debut que sitúa a esta banda entre las más destacadas de la escena independiente europea.
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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!
Spinning for the Cause
Em G A
breakfast comes at eight and i am wide awake
Bm A Em
nine with my head spinning for the cause
Em G A
morning glory hits me like a hurricane
Bm A Em
shakes me like the Beatles and the Doors
Bm A G
tender is the word i give to you my love
Bm A G
never knowing what it really means
Em G A
do you want to come along when I leave home
Bm A Em
and top it off with pills and ecstasy
CHORUS
G A Bm
try to write it in a letter
Em
whether right or wrong
Bm
sing it in a song
F#
i will not stop
G A Bm
nothing tells my story better
E
than the streets i walk
Bm
i don?t want to know
F# Em
where i end up
Verse 2
Em G A
Friday night was filled with matching fever strokes
Bm A Em
season for panic to attack
Em G A
a green eyed bandit laughed and came in from the cold
Bm A Em
no reason left for me to sing it back
Bm A G
business never easy when you?re nearly dead
Bm A G
you give and you get nothing in return
Em G A
sit on top of you and eat a gingerbread
Bm A Em
to save you from a lot of your concern
CHORUS
G A Bm
try to write it in a letter
Em
whether right or wrong
Bm
sing it in a song
F#
i will not stop
G A Bm
nothing tells my story better
E
than the streets i walk
Bm
i don?t want to know
F# Em
where i end up
Em G A
breakfast comes at eight and i am wide awake
Bm A Em
nine with my head spinning for the cause
Em G A
morning glory hits me like a hurricane
Bm A Em
shakes me like the Beatles and the Doors
Bm A G
tender is the word i give to you my love
Bm A G
never knowing what it really means
Em G A
do you want to come along when I leave home
Bm A Em
and top it off with pills and ecstasy
CHORUS
G A Bm
try to write it in a letter
Em
whether right or wrong
Bm
sing it in a song
F#
i will not stop
G A Bm
nothing tells my story better
E
than the streets i walk
Bm
i don?t want to know
F# Em
where i end up
Verse 2
Em G A
Friday night was filled with matching fever strokes
Bm A Em
season for panic to attack
Em G A
a green eyed bandit laughed and came in from the cold
Bm A Em
no reason left for me to sing it back
Bm A G
business never easy when you?re nearly dead
Bm A G
you give and you get nothing in return
Em G A
sit on top of you and eat a gingerbread
Bm A Em
to save you from a lot of your concern
CHORUS
G A Bm
try to write it in a letter
Em
whether right or wrong
Bm
sing it in a song
F#
i will not stop
G A Bm
nothing tells my story better
E
than the streets i walk
Bm
i don?t want to know
F# Em
where i end up
I Love You Baby
I M U R
I Micronauti
I Miei Migliori (...)
I Mother Earth