Biografía:
Robbers on High Street é uma banda de indie rock formada no Brooklyn em Nova York, pelos amigos de infância Ben Trokan e Steven Mercado. Começaram tocando com o baterista Tomer Danan e o antigo colega de escola Jeremy Phillips, ambos ex -integrantes da banda. O nome da banda surgiu de uma composição antiga e descartada de Ben e Steven.
Atualmente a banda é composta por Ben Trokan, Steven Mercado, Morgan King, Mikey Post, David Sherman e tem dois albums lançados.
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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!
Both lyrics and chords are my own interpretation, and probably aren't all correct.
Suggestions welcome!
Intro:
F
Eb Bb Db Ab B F#
F
F Eb
I am a bottle tossed into the bay
Bb F
And I hold a note that it's happy horses always
Eb
Written on the greasy receipt from a scampi
Bb F
Mm-mm, I float along in its toxic energy
Am Bb
It's all I can do
Ab F
All I can do
F Fm F Fm
F Eb
Now all of a sudden it's leaking, bottle talk to me
Bb F
Well it can't tell time, but oh how a bottle can dream
Am Bb C
It's all I can do
Eb Bb
I finger the coming days
F C
The devil is a salty sage
Eb Bb F
Black out the stars a new direction
Eb Bb
Tickets to where I am
F C
Maybe a river, or old Siam(?)
Eb Bb F
And then light the stars a new direction
F Cm
And maybe someone saves me,
Bb F
Fishes move from a reef for a rocky cove
F Cm
And maybe they'll listen to me
Bb F
Though I can't pretend that I'm one with him, I know
Am Bb C
After all it's put me through
Eb Bb
I finger the coming days
F C
The devil is a salty sage
Eb Bb F
Black out the stars a new direction
Eb Bb
Tickets to where I am
F C
Maybe a river, or old Siam(?)
Eb Bb F
And then light the stars a new direction
Eb Bb F C
Eb Bb F x2
F
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Fm
Ah-ah, ah-ah (till end)
Suggestions welcome!
Intro:
F
Eb Bb Db Ab B F#
F
F Eb
I am a bottle tossed into the bay
Bb F
And I hold a note that it's happy horses always
Eb
Written on the greasy receipt from a scampi
Bb F
Mm-mm, I float along in its toxic energy
Am Bb
It's all I can do
Ab F
All I can do
F Fm F Fm
F Eb
Now all of a sudden it's leaking, bottle talk to me
Bb F
Well it can't tell time, but oh how a bottle can dream
Am Bb C
It's all I can do
Eb Bb
I finger the coming days
F C
The devil is a salty sage
Eb Bb F
Black out the stars a new direction
Eb Bb
Tickets to where I am
F C
Maybe a river, or old Siam(?)
Eb Bb F
And then light the stars a new direction
F Cm
And maybe someone saves me,
Bb F
Fishes move from a reef for a rocky cove
F Cm
And maybe they'll listen to me
Bb F
Though I can't pretend that I'm one with him, I know
Am Bb C
After all it's put me through
Eb Bb
I finger the coming days
F C
The devil is a salty sage
Eb Bb F
Black out the stars a new direction
Eb Bb
Tickets to where I am
F C
Maybe a river, or old Siam(?)
Eb Bb F
And then light the stars a new direction
Eb Bb F C
Eb Bb F x2
F
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Fm
Ah-ah, ah-ah (till end)
Robert Alexander (...)
Robert And Richa (...)
Robert B. Sherma (...)
Robert Burns
Robert Charleboi (...)