Biografía:
Mark Lanegan (nascido em 25 de novembro de 1964, em Ellensburg, Washington) é um cantor e compositor americano. Lanegan começou sua carreira musical em 1985, formando a banda grunge Screaming Trees com Gary Lee Conner, Van Conner and Mark Pickerel. Foi durante seu tempo na banda que ele iniciou sua carreira solo em 1990. Desde então, ele já lançou sete álbuns, dos quais os dois últimos são creditados como "Mark Lanegan Band". Apesar do reconhecimento crítico, a maioria de seus álbuns teve sucesso comercial moderado.
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Otras canciones:
- Beehive
- Blue Blue Sea
- Bombed
- Burning Jacobs Ladder
- Death Trip To Tulsa
- Deaths Head Tattoo
- Drunk On Destruction
- Dry Iced
- Emperor
- First Day Of Winter
- Floor Of The Ocean
- Goodbye To Beauty
- Hit The City
- I Am The Wolf
- Jonas Pap
- Judgement Time
- Like Little Willie John
- Morning Glory Wine
- No Bells On Sunday
- Nocturne
- Old Swan
- One Hundred Days
- Out Of Nowhere
- Sad Lover
- Sister
- Smokestack Magic
- Strange Religion
- The Wild People
- Waltzing In Blue
- When Your Number Isnt Up
¡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!
Artist: Mark Lanegan
Album: Bubblegum
Song:Bombed
C#m A
Love there are flowers hanging in the vine
G# C#m
So high you cannot see
C#m F#m G# C#m
Now my mind must go on holiday, torn from it's hook, a broken valentine
C#m A G# C#m
I see the smoke from a revolver, will I get hit, I hardly care
C#m F#m
When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum
G# C#m
And look too long straight at the morning sun
C#m A G# C#m
Love there are flowers along the avenue, all things perfectly in place
C#m
I build a shrine
F#m
I set a monument
G#
Because you're fire
C#m
Because you're a fire escape
Album: Bubblegum
Song:Bombed
C#m A
Love there are flowers hanging in the vine
G# C#m
So high you cannot see
C#m F#m G# C#m
Now my mind must go on holiday, torn from it's hook, a broken valentine
C#m A G# C#m
I see the smoke from a revolver, will I get hit, I hardly care
C#m F#m
When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum
G# C#m
And look too long straight at the morning sun
C#m A G# C#m
Love there are flowers along the avenue, all things perfectly in place
C#m
I build a shrine
F#m
I set a monument
G#
Because you're fire
C#m
Because you're a fire escape
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