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!
Unless It's Kicks
Same chords as the first version except without the capo for those of us who can't find
can't afford a capo. Anyways, the riff is kind of tricky, but playing along to the
helps. Here's two ways to play it
Riff Chords (option 1)
E B
e----2--2--2--x--x-----2--2--2--x--x---------------------|
b----5--5--5--x--x-----4--4--4--x--x---------------------|
g----4--4--4--6--4-----4--4--4--4--4---------------------|
d----2--2--2--2--2-----4--4--4--6--4---------------------|
a----2--2--2--2--2-----2--2--2--2--2---------------------|
e----x--x--x--x--x-----x--x—-x--x--x---------------------|
Riff Chords (option 2)
E B
e-------------------------------------------|
b-------------------------------------------|
g-------------------------------------------|
d----9--9--9--11--9-----9--9--9--11--9------|
a----7--7--7--7---7-----7--7--7--7---7------|
e-------------------------------------------|
Intro:
E B 2x
E B
What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man -
C#m
unless it is fictions,
B
unless it's sweat or it's songs?
E B
What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand,
C#m
from some midlevel band?
B
He's been driving too long
E B
on a dark windless night, with the stereo on,
C#m
with the towns flying by
A B
and the ground getting soft.
And a sound in the sky, coming down from above,
it surrounds you and sighs
and is whispering of
what pulls your body down, and that is quicksand.
So climb out quick, hand over hand,
before your mouth's all filled up.
What picks you up from down unless it's tricks, man?
When I've been fixed I am convinced
that I will not get so broke up again.
And on a seven day high, that heavenly song
punches right through my mind
and just hums through my blood.
And I know it's a lie, but I'll still give my love.
Hey, my heart's on the line
for your hands to pluck off.
E B 2x
What gives this mess some grace unless it's fiction -
unless it's licks, man,
unless it's lies or it's love?
What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan,
floating up from the stands
with her heart opened up.
And I want to tell her, "Your love isn't lost," and say "my heart is still crossed!"
I want to scream, "hey, you're so wonderful!
What a dream in the dark -
about working so hard, about glowing, so stoned,
trying not to turn off,
trying not to believe in that lie all on your own."
E B C#m
A B
Same chords as the first version except without the capo for those of us who can't find
can't afford a capo. Anyways, the riff is kind of tricky, but playing along to the
helps. Here's two ways to play it
Riff Chords (option 1)
E B
e----2--2--2--x--x-----2--2--2--x--x---------------------|
b----5--5--5--x--x-----4--4--4--x--x---------------------|
g----4--4--4--6--4-----4--4--4--4--4---------------------|
d----2--2--2--2--2-----4--4--4--6--4---------------------|
a----2--2--2--2--2-----2--2--2--2--2---------------------|
e----x--x--x--x--x-----x--x—-x--x--x---------------------|
Riff Chords (option 2)
E B
e-------------------------------------------|
b-------------------------------------------|
g-------------------------------------------|
d----9--9--9--11--9-----9--9--9--11--9------|
a----7--7--7--7---7-----7--7--7--7---7------|
e-------------------------------------------|
Intro:
E B 2x
E B
What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man -
C#m
unless it is fictions,
B
unless it's sweat or it's songs?
E B
What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand,
C#m
from some midlevel band?
B
He's been driving too long
E B
on a dark windless night, with the stereo on,
C#m
with the towns flying by
A B
and the ground getting soft.
And a sound in the sky, coming down from above,
it surrounds you and sighs
and is whispering of
what pulls your body down, and that is quicksand.
So climb out quick, hand over hand,
before your mouth's all filled up.
What picks you up from down unless it's tricks, man?
When I've been fixed I am convinced
that I will not get so broke up again.
And on a seven day high, that heavenly song
punches right through my mind
and just hums through my blood.
And I know it's a lie, but I'll still give my love.
Hey, my heart's on the line
for your hands to pluck off.
E B 2x
What gives this mess some grace unless it's fiction -
unless it's licks, man,
unless it's lies or it's love?
What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan,
floating up from the stands
with her heart opened up.
And I want to tell her, "Your love isn't lost," and say "my heart is still crossed!"
I want to scream, "hey, you're so wonderful!
What a dream in the dark -
about working so hard, about glowing, so stoned,
trying not to turn off,
trying not to believe in that lie all on your own."
E B C#m
A B
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