Biografía:
Parecían predestinados a conocerse. Hace algunos años, los caminos de las hermanas Deheza (Alejandra y Claudia) y Benjamin Curtis se cruzaban en un concierto de Interpol donde actuaban con sus respectivos grupos (On! Air! Library! y Secret Machines). Poco después decidían sumar talentos y surgía School of Seven Bells, una formación que oscila entre el shoegaze y el dream pop de principios de los '90s.
Con dos álbumes en su haber, el trío pasó a ser dúo.
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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 1]
D
Sometimes I go whole days, listening, bored, half asleep
Bm A
I won't say anything, that's worth a thing to me one day,
A G
Suddenly time took a turn that once felt so brief
G
I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly
[Chorus]
D
What begins as an unguarded train of thoughts slowly can become
Bm
An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
A
And resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
G
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day
[Verse 2]
D
Be aware, my darling, these things I say I mean are
Bm
Just traces of something I long to feel again
A G
I see our time expand in the air almost forcibly
G
Spreading thinner till it dissolves completely
[Interlude]
D Bm A G
[Chorus]
D
What begins as an unguarded train of thoughts slowly can become
Bm
An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
A
And resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
G
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day
D
Sometimes I go whole days, listening, bored, half asleep
Bm A
I won't say anything, that's worth a thing to me one day,
A G
Suddenly time took a turn that once felt so brief
G
I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly
[Chorus]
D
What begins as an unguarded train of thoughts slowly can become
Bm
An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
A
And resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
G
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day
[Verse 2]
D
Be aware, my darling, these things I say I mean are
Bm
Just traces of something I long to feel again
A G
I see our time expand in the air almost forcibly
G
Spreading thinner till it dissolves completely
[Interlude]
D Bm A G
[Chorus]
D
What begins as an unguarded train of thoughts slowly can become
Bm
An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
A
And resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
G
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day
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