Biografía:
La banda liderada por Will Sheff, compositor que lleva varios años recibiendo muy buenas críticas por esas composiciones en las que brillan por igual el country alternativo y el indie-rock guitarrero, pretende conseguir lo que desde hace tiempo lleva buscando: un puesto de honor en la escena independiente internacional.
Se les ha comparado con Bright Eyes y su música evoca muy diferentes sensaciones, dependiendo de la garra que impregne cada una de las canciones de este The Stage Names, su mejor trabajo hasta el momento.
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Otras canciones:
- A Favor (guitar Solo)
- A Stone
- Lost Coastlines
- Maine Island Lovers
- Our Life Is Not A Movie Or Maybe
- Plus Ones
- Song Of Our So-called Friend
- Westfall
- A Girl In Port
- A Glow
- A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene
- A King And A Queen
- All The Time Everyday
- Another Radio Song
- Auntie Alice
- Black
- Black Nemo
- Black Sheep Boy
- Blanket And Crib
- Blue Tulip
- Bruce Wayne Campbell Interviewed On The Roof Of The Chelsea Hotel 1979
- Calling And Not Calling My Ex
- Comes Indiana Through The Smoke
- Dead Faces
- Do What You Gotta Do
- Dont Move Back To La
- Down Down The Deep River
- Famous Tracheotomies
- For Real
- For The Enemy
- From A Cutlass Cruiser
- Get Big
- Hanging From A Hit
- Happy Hearts
- It Ends With A Fall
- It Was My Season
- John Allyn Smith Sails
- Kansas City
- Lady Liberty
- Lay Of The Last Survivor
- Lido Pier Suicide Car
- Lines
- Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas
- Love To A Monster
- Mary On A Wave
- No Hidden Track
- No Key No Plan
- Oh Precious
- Okkervil River Rip
- Okkervil River Song
- On A Balcony
- On Tour With Zykos
- Pink Slips
- Piratess
- Pop Lie
- Presidents Dead
- Red
- Rider
- Seas Too Far To Reach
- She Would Look For Me
- Simon Smith And The Amazing Dancing Bear
- Singer Songwriter
- So Come Back I Am Waiting
- Song About A Star
- Song Of Our So
- Starry Stairs
- The Industry
- The Latest Toughs
- The Next Four Months
- The Rise
- The Valley
- The War Criminal Rises And Speaks
- Title Track
- Unless Its Kicks
- Wake And Be Fine
- We Need A Myth
- Where The Spirit Left Us
- White
- White Shadow Waltz
- Yellow
- You Cant Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man
¡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!
Okay, I had this all tabbed out and then due to UG's shitty design I previewed it
then went back and magically deleted it all. incredible. So here it is rougher
than it was the first time round. Chorus chords where the vocal melody climbs im
not 100% sure on, post revisions as comments please.
Standard Tuning
CAPO 1
A F#m
Three brides before breakfast. These rails just wrecked us.
Bm D E
My right hand on my heart while my left hand snaps your necklace.
A F#m
Each day gets a little more scary. We're holding on, in a way, but just barely.
Bm D E
Moms and Dads are rationing their cash for the commissary.
D E C#m F#m Bm D E
But I can't start without going all the way - it's a habit someone gave me.
A F#m
The nursemaid of the blank page. A canary of the American eclipse.
D E
A profiteer picking up pink slips.
A F#m
This wish just to go back, hey... when I know wasn't ever, ever happy!
Bm D E
Show me my best memory - it's probably super crappy.
A F#m
Nine years down in Texas, with sluts of both sexes,
Bm D E
liars, lumps, and drug addicts, and drunks; I love my friends,
D E C#m F#m Bm D E
but I can't stop without going all the way, and I've been that way since '83.
A F#m
The midwife of the jetlife. Oh, genie with a golden spliff.
D E
A prostitute paid in pink slips.
A F#m
I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors. When the call came, there was nobody here.
Bm
When they came from the communists, I kissed them on the lips.
D E
Then they came for the singers, in a haze of pink slips.
A F#m
I guess I was just dreaming and drifting, artificially lifted.
Bm D E
Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift,
D E C#m F#m Bm
but we can't go back to those "227" days.
D E
It's just a dream we all were having.
A F#m
Hey, mariner in the dirt trade. Oh, postman of the post-apocalypse -
D E
from Academy Awards to pink slips!
A F#m
And I showered my Corvette with Moët for years, but now I'm standing
in the rain drinking the champagne of beers.
Bm
They say, "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier?
D E
He was rushed and then he was rattled, but now he's finally in the clear to be a
A F#m
refugee from the rat race, in his white tuxedo and his sad-face.
Bm D E
A music group that your dad plays, singing songs about autumn days.
A F#m
He's the laureate of the Granite State, and now he doesn't even write, he just riffs.
D E
And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips."
then went back and magically deleted it all. incredible. So here it is rougher
than it was the first time round. Chorus chords where the vocal melody climbs im
not 100% sure on, post revisions as comments please.
Standard Tuning
CAPO 1
A F#m
Three brides before breakfast. These rails just wrecked us.
Bm D E
My right hand on my heart while my left hand snaps your necklace.
A F#m
Each day gets a little more scary. We're holding on, in a way, but just barely.
Bm D E
Moms and Dads are rationing their cash for the commissary.
D E C#m F#m Bm D E
But I can't start without going all the way - it's a habit someone gave me.
A F#m
The nursemaid of the blank page. A canary of the American eclipse.
D E
A profiteer picking up pink slips.
A F#m
This wish just to go back, hey... when I know wasn't ever, ever happy!
Bm D E
Show me my best memory - it's probably super crappy.
A F#m
Nine years down in Texas, with sluts of both sexes,
Bm D E
liars, lumps, and drug addicts, and drunks; I love my friends,
D E C#m F#m Bm D E
but I can't stop without going all the way, and I've been that way since '83.
A F#m
The midwife of the jetlife. Oh, genie with a golden spliff.
D E
A prostitute paid in pink slips.
A F#m
I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors. When the call came, there was nobody here.
Bm
When they came from the communists, I kissed them on the lips.
D E
Then they came for the singers, in a haze of pink slips.
A F#m
I guess I was just dreaming and drifting, artificially lifted.
Bm D E
Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift,
D E C#m F#m Bm
but we can't go back to those "227" days.
D E
It's just a dream we all were having.
A F#m
Hey, mariner in the dirt trade. Oh, postman of the post-apocalypse -
D E
from Academy Awards to pink slips!
A F#m
And I showered my Corvette with Moët for years, but now I'm standing
in the rain drinking the champagne of beers.
Bm
They say, "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier?
D E
He was rushed and then he was rattled, but now he's finally in the clear to be a
A F#m
refugee from the rat race, in his white tuxedo and his sad-face.
Bm D E
A music group that your dad plays, singing songs about autumn days.
A F#m
He's the laureate of the Granite State, and now he doesn't even write, he just riffs.
D E
And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips."
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