Biografía:
Al calor del colectivo Elephant Six y siguiendo el rastro de migajas que dejaron Nuetral Milk Hotel antes de borrarse del mapa, el cantautor Theo Hilton alumbró hace tres años una nueva banda que, bajo el nombre de Nana Grizol, demostró una vez más que algo especial corre por el agua de Athens (Georgia). Instalado en Orange Twin, sello creado por el propio Hilton junto a miembros de Elf Power, Nana Grizol debutó en 2008 con el encantador y encantado “Love It Love It” y vuelve ahora a las andadas con “Ruth”
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Otras canciones:
- Circles 'round The Moon
- Galaxies
- Tambourine-n-thyme
- Tiny Rainbows
- Arthur Hall
- Atoms
- Blackbox
- Broken Cityscapes
- Circles Round The Moon
- Cynicism
- Everything You Ever Hoped Or Worked For
- For Things That Havent Come Yet
- From Here
- Gave On
- Grady And Dubose
- Less Than The Air
- Mississippi Swells
- Nightlights I
- Nightlights Ii
- Photos From When We Were Young
- Stop And Smell Thee Roses
- Tacoma Center 1600
- Tambourine
- The Idea That Everything Could Possibly Ever Be Said
- Voices Echo Down Thee Halls
- Window
¡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!
B Ab F# E
e|--7---4---2---0--|
B|--7---4---2---0--|
G|--8---5---3---1--|
D|--9---6---4---2--|
A|--9---6---4---2--|
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B Ab
Tacoma Center sixteen hundred suffer sleepless nights
F# E
no phone calls home to families, no reading, no Miranda rights
B Ab
a second tier of prison, as if the first was not enough
F#
it seems a citizen’s great promise is
E
a place to sleep when they lock you up
B
But either way, they are commodifying someone,
E B
as if said someone ever could just fade away:
E B
the dreary endless days don’t pass like numbers on a page,
Ab F#
they sit in silence ‘til they rail against the irons of their cage
B Ab
But such a casual addition to supplies, to chains, to flows
F# E
tucked between logistics systems, a lock factory, a railroad
B Ab
as billboards picture families, reunited in their homes
F#
buses carry “unnamed” inmates
E
to unnamed jails, to unnamed roads
B
It is a euphemistic package for apartheid
E B
a billion dollars earned in someone else’s blood
E B
a manufactured answer to a xenophobic question:
Ab F#
how to monetize the labors lost from deportation trolls
E B
Hundred and twenty five dollars a head
E B
hundred and twenty five dollars a bed
E B
and on weekends we gathered outside of the gates
Ab F#
just to read off the name of the dead
Ab
I must say it’s a strange sense of sedition
F#
just to show the hopes we’d hold
E B
contract the contradict contrition
E B
of soulless states, of stateless souls
(No chords)
Oh eugenic organs, how you beat, constrict, and breathe
And oh you magic markets do detain, defeat, deceive
and on the edge of this gross city, your mixed metaphors conceive
remuneration, replication, yes, interminably.
B F# E
Oh eugenic organs, how you beat, constrict, and breathe
B F# E
And oh you magic markets do detain, defeat, deceive
B F# E
and on the edge of this gross city, your mixed metaphors conceive
B F# E
remuneration, replication, yes, interminably.
e|--7---4---2---0--|
B|--7---4---2---0--|
G|--8---5---3---1--|
D|--9---6---4---2--|
A|--9---6---4---2--|
E|--7---4---2---0--|
B Ab
Tacoma Center sixteen hundred suffer sleepless nights
F# E
no phone calls home to families, no reading, no Miranda rights
B Ab
a second tier of prison, as if the first was not enough
F#
it seems a citizen’s great promise is
E
a place to sleep when they lock you up
B
But either way, they are commodifying someone,
E B
as if said someone ever could just fade away:
E B
the dreary endless days don’t pass like numbers on a page,
Ab F#
they sit in silence ‘til they rail against the irons of their cage
B Ab
But such a casual addition to supplies, to chains, to flows
F# E
tucked between logistics systems, a lock factory, a railroad
B Ab
as billboards picture families, reunited in their homes
F#
buses carry “unnamed” inmates
E
to unnamed jails, to unnamed roads
B
It is a euphemistic package for apartheid
E B
a billion dollars earned in someone else’s blood
E B
a manufactured answer to a xenophobic question:
Ab F#
how to monetize the labors lost from deportation trolls
E B
Hundred and twenty five dollars a head
E B
hundred and twenty five dollars a bed
E B
and on weekends we gathered outside of the gates
Ab F#
just to read off the name of the dead
Ab
I must say it’s a strange sense of sedition
F#
just to show the hopes we’d hold
E B
contract the contradict contrition
E B
of soulless states, of stateless souls
(No chords)
Oh eugenic organs, how you beat, constrict, and breathe
And oh you magic markets do detain, defeat, deceive
and on the edge of this gross city, your mixed metaphors conceive
remuneration, replication, yes, interminably.
B F# E
Oh eugenic organs, how you beat, constrict, and breathe
B F# E
And oh you magic markets do detain, defeat, deceive
B F# E
and on the edge of this gross city, your mixed metaphors conceive
B F# E
remuneration, replication, yes, interminably.
Nando Reis
Nano Stern
Nanpa Bás (...)
Naohmy
Naotaro Moriyama