Biografía:
Like Pioneers started in December of 2009 as a simple excuse to hang out with old friends. Members of Bound Stems and the Narrator had seen their nearly decade old bands end, and saw their lives shift in a way that put music on the backburner. Gallivan, formerly of Bound Stems, contacted his friend, producer/engineer Manny Sanchez, to book a long weekend at IV Lab Studio in Chicago and invited some familiar faces to join him. After loads of file sharing
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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!
G C x4
G
Try for the one thing you know too well.
Em
Found a gift from a holiday,
C G
it was covered in ashes and frayed.
C G
Pull on my shoes walk around your town,
C Em
saw your boy and he's all grown up.
C
Wiped the smile clear off when I stayed.
Am
Familiar with the thought every night,
C
you made it here through weeks underneath–
G D C
The wooden bench I left you on was crumbling, and you blamed me for it.
Am
It never crossed my mind what you need.
C G
You fit it in your pocket and prayed when you picked me up,
D
and dragged me home, I’d let you off, and leave you alone.
C
Somebody has to take care of things!
It gets worse, it gets worse, it gets worse with the changes.
G C x2
G C G
I put on my necktie and drive around,
C Em
we're gonna freeze when the engine’s off.
C G
(Made it just as the crowd shuffles out.)
C G
I shake your old man’s hand on my way,
C Em
gave me a photo from his dresser drawer
C
with a message that we're on the make.
Am
Familiar with the thought every night,
C
you made it here through weeks underneath–
G D C
The wooden bench I left you on was crumbling, and you blamed me for it.
Am
It never crossed my mind what you need.
C G
You fit it in your pocket and prayed when you picked me up,
D
and dragged me home, I’d let you off, and leave you alone.
C
Somebody has to take care of things!
It gets worse, it gets worse, it gets worse with the changes.
G
I’ll be on the opposite, leave me when you’re feeling low,
Em
for a week without remark, feels like it’s a blatant joke.
C
The part of me you can’t recall makes me feel a different way:
G
I’ll be waking up the hall screaming out a different name.
Em
Tables in the dining hall centered with a marking place,
C
passed through one of my old crowds waiting for a chance to leave.
G
The place began to empty out, a trail was made for you to follow me.
Em
Bm G
Bm C
G Em
C G
Em
C
G
G C G C G
G
Try for the one thing you know too well.
Em
Found a gift from a holiday,
C G
it was covered in ashes and frayed.
C G
Pull on my shoes walk around your town,
C Em
saw your boy and he's all grown up.
C
Wiped the smile clear off when I stayed.
Am
Familiar with the thought every night,
C
you made it here through weeks underneath–
G D C
The wooden bench I left you on was crumbling, and you blamed me for it.
Am
It never crossed my mind what you need.
C G
You fit it in your pocket and prayed when you picked me up,
D
and dragged me home, I’d let you off, and leave you alone.
C
Somebody has to take care of things!
It gets worse, it gets worse, it gets worse with the changes.
G C x2
G C G
I put on my necktie and drive around,
C Em
we're gonna freeze when the engine’s off.
C G
(Made it just as the crowd shuffles out.)
C G
I shake your old man’s hand on my way,
C Em
gave me a photo from his dresser drawer
C
with a message that we're on the make.
Am
Familiar with the thought every night,
C
you made it here through weeks underneath–
G D C
The wooden bench I left you on was crumbling, and you blamed me for it.
Am
It never crossed my mind what you need.
C G
You fit it in your pocket and prayed when you picked me up,
D
and dragged me home, I’d let you off, and leave you alone.
C
Somebody has to take care of things!
It gets worse, it gets worse, it gets worse with the changes.
G
I’ll be on the opposite, leave me when you’re feeling low,
Em
for a week without remark, feels like it’s a blatant joke.
C
The part of me you can’t recall makes me feel a different way:
G
I’ll be waking up the hall screaming out a different name.
Em
Tables in the dining hall centered with a marking place,
C
passed through one of my old crowds waiting for a chance to leave.
G
The place began to empty out, a trail was made for you to follow me.
Em
Bm G
Bm C
G Em
C G
Em
C
G
G C G C G
Likesberry
Liket Lever
lil aaron
Lil B
Lil Baby