Biografía:
Rasputina es una de las bandas más inusuales desde hace varios años, combina con éxito varios elementos del rock, pop, y música clásica en su propio sonido único.
Rasputina es una pseudo-clásica “gótico-positiva” por así denominarla, banda de cellistas que existe desde hace más de 10 años. Por ella han pasado muchas chicas atraídas por la idea de hacer música divertida y a la vez depresiva, usando para ello nada más que cellos, voz y electricidad, lideradas siempre por su versatil e incoherente vocalista Melora Creager.
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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!
The entire song is based on a I V IV V chord progression. For this song
it's A E D E.
A E
This letter you get it, you burn it, forget it
D
It's not what I meant to say
E
You might think me a scapegrace
A
Really a fugitive in decay
E
I exist here on an acre of nature
D
In the diminutive
E
But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager
A
My favorite hypocrite
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
If axed that I reject your protection
Well I abhor captivity
I want to live alone in my little section
So very wild and watery
How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?
Oh you refine vulgarity
I want to tenuously ask this question
Out of a census for clarity
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
My porcelain life
My porcelain life
I find it very breakable
My porcelain life
it's A E D E.
A E
This letter you get it, you burn it, forget it
D
It's not what I meant to say
E
You might think me a scapegrace
A
Really a fugitive in decay
E
I exist here on an acre of nature
D
In the diminutive
E
But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager
A
My favorite hypocrite
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
If axed that I reject your protection
Well I abhor captivity
I want to live alone in my little section
So very wild and watery
How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?
Oh you refine vulgarity
I want to tenuously ask this question
Out of a census for clarity
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
My porcelain life
My porcelain life
I find it very breakable
My porcelain life
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