Biografía:
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson é um cantor e compositor americano. Ele passou grande parte de sua juventude na estrada viajando com seu pai comediante e dramaturgo enquanto ele se apresentava em locais dos EUA. No colegial, ele começou a tocar guitarra e escrever músicas. Depois de uma breve passagem para a Califórnia, Miles foi para Nova York em 2000. Ele participou da New York University e se formou na Tisch School of the Arts, em 2004.
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MBAR - Death by dust
G Am C
G Am C
Get up get well
G Am C
Leave me here in hell
There are things I remember that I cannot forget
And I haven't met them yet
If we all took to the streets
With our tongues tied tight teeth
Hanging 20 years of flesh on the shoulders of sand
Both mouths bled behind hands
Am
When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
G D Am
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Am G D Am
Songs that you ain't sung
Get up get well
Tonight before me here in hell
I am happily humming a song that's been coming
And I can't begin to tell
I knew just what to do
Oh even though you asked me to
You said you died in the desert and you struggled through sand
You should better understand
When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Songs that you ain't sung
Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why
Am C
I think you'll be all alright, alright, alright...
I think you'll be alright
C G Am F
C G
Said I've been living round here too long
Am F
Till you told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions
I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why
G Am C
G Am C
Get up get well
G Am C
Leave me here in hell
There are things I remember that I cannot forget
And I haven't met them yet
If we all took to the streets
With our tongues tied tight teeth
Hanging 20 years of flesh on the shoulders of sand
Both mouths bled behind hands
Am
When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
G D Am
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Am G D Am
Songs that you ain't sung
Get up get well
Tonight before me here in hell
I am happily humming a song that's been coming
And I can't begin to tell
I knew just what to do
Oh even though you asked me to
You said you died in the desert and you struggled through sand
You should better understand
When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Songs that you ain't sung
Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why
Am C
I think you'll be all alright, alright, alright...
I think you'll be alright
C G Am F
C G
Said I've been living round here too long
Am F
Till you told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions
I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why
Miles Twelve
MilesExperience
Milestone
Milestones
Milian Otto