Biografía:
Nina Nastasia es una cantautora al estilo neoyorkino, nacida en Hollywood, California. Su estilo es una ecléctica mezcla de delicado folk e intrincada música de cámara llevada a cabo por su banda y su compañero Kennan Gudjonsson.
Nina empezó a escribir canciones en 1993 y lanzó su primer álbum, Dogs, en el año 2000. Únicamente se lanzaron 1.500 copias que ella misma empaquetó en su apartamento y que vendió rápidamente en sus actuaciones.
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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!
Verse:
D A
Bradley comes home from school
G A
He looks happier than any other day
D A
He won't go out with me
G A
I don't care if I never see his face
G A G
Sometimes I want to get out of here.
Pre-Chorus:
A D Em
Everyone's talking about you behind the gym.
C
They're sharing cigarettes,
G
Drinking beer out of coke cans,
D
They're saying what a waste,
Em
You must have been loaded
C G
Tearing down Pacific Coast Highway.
Chorus:
D
Bradley,
A
Bradley,
Em G
I think you got away
D
Bradley,
A
Bradley,
Em G
I think you got away.
Verse:
G D
Someone found a blue Ford
A E
Twisted up and glass all around.
G D
There was a girl with you.
A E
Nobody knew her.
G D
Your step dad was called in
A E
To say he recognized you.
G D
Everyone knew you
A E
And said it was a waste
G
Said it was a waste
Chorus:
D
Bradley,
A
Bradley,
Em G
I think you got away
D
Bradley,
A
Bradley,
Em G
I think you got away.
Verse:
G D
Mmmm
A E
Everyone's back where they started,
G D
Mmmm
A E
No one wants to talk about it.
G D
Mmmm
A E
This desk says you were here
Outro:
D A Em G x 6
D A
Bradley comes home from school
G A
He looks happier than any other day
D A
He won't go out with me
G A
I don't care if I never see his face
G A G
Sometimes I want to get out of here.
Pre-Chorus:
A D Em
Everyone's talking about you behind the gym.
C
They're sharing cigarettes,
G
Drinking beer out of coke cans,
D
They're saying what a waste,
Em
You must have been loaded
C G
Tearing down Pacific Coast Highway.
Chorus:
D
Bradley,
A
Bradley,
Em G
I think you got away
D
Bradley,
A
Bradley,
Em G
I think you got away.
Verse:
G D
Someone found a blue Ford
A E
Twisted up and glass all around.
G D
There was a girl with you.
A E
Nobody knew her.
G D
Your step dad was called in
A E
To say he recognized you.
G D
Everyone knew you
A E
And said it was a waste
G
Said it was a waste
Chorus:
D
Bradley,
A
Bradley,
Em G
I think you got away
D
Bradley,
A
Bradley,
Em G
I think you got away.
Verse:
G D
Mmmm
A E
Everyone's back where they started,
G D
Mmmm
A E
No one wants to talk about it.
G D
Mmmm
A E
This desk says you were here
Outro:
D A Em G x 6
Nine Lashes
Nine Lives
Nine Muses
Nine Pound Hamme (...)
Nine Pound Shado (...)