Biografía:
Sin Fang, tambien conocido como Sindri Sigfússon (miembro de Seabear) es un músico experimental folk-electrónico nacido en reykjavík, Islandia. Ver más en Sin Fang Bous.
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Otras canciones:
- Advent In Ives Garden
- Always Everything
- Because Of The Blood
- Bruises
- Candyland
- Carry Me Up To Smell Pine
- Catch The Light
- Catcher
- Citrus Light
- Clangour And Flutes
- Down
- Dream Team Party Kids
- Easier
- Fall Down Slow
- Feel See
- Go To Sleep Boy
- Its Not There
- Look At The Light
- Lost Girls
- Melt Down The Knives
- Never Let Me Go
- Nineteen
- Not Enough
- Nothings
- Only Eyes
- Poi Rot
- Random Haiku Generator
- See Ribs
- Shine For Me
- Sinkership
- Slow Lights
- Strange House
- Sunbeam
- The Jubilee Choruses
- Walk With You
- Wasted
- We Belong
- Weird Heart
- Whats Wrong With Your Eyes
¡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!
This is how I play the song. Suggestions and corrections welcome!
Am C
Eat the young, taste the blood, they don't know a thing about us
Am C
Shake their bones, throw them out, we make something new out of things lost
G Am
I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree
Am C
And if you go chasing rabbits then you know you've gone too far
Am C
The lines in your hands are the map to show you where you are
G Am
I will be the boat and you will be the sea
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
G Am
Am C
And if you would find feelings where there should be none
Am C
Bury them deep before you do something that can't be undone
G Am
I will be the fire and you will be the house
C Am C Am G Am C
Am C
And if you just lay down, I'll fill up those eyes with sea
Am C
A cold wind's blowing, the cold wind that came with me
G Am
I will be the forest and you will be the dead tree
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
G Am
(flute sounds)
Am C
Eat the young, taste the blood, stab the night with water knives
Am C
Shake their bones let them know that there are mountains in their eyes
G Am
I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree
C Am C Am G Am C Am
Am C
Eat the young, taste the blood, they don't know a thing about us
Am C
Shake their bones, throw them out, we make something new out of things lost
G Am
I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree
Am C
And if you go chasing rabbits then you know you've gone too far
Am C
The lines in your hands are the map to show you where you are
G Am
I will be the boat and you will be the sea
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
G Am
Am C
And if you would find feelings where there should be none
Am C
Bury them deep before you do something that can't be undone
G Am
I will be the fire and you will be the house
C Am C Am G Am C
Am C
And if you just lay down, I'll fill up those eyes with sea
Am C
A cold wind's blowing, the cold wind that came with me
G Am
I will be the forest and you will be the dead tree
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
G Am
(flute sounds)
Am C
Eat the young, taste the blood, stab the night with water knives
Am C
Shake their bones let them know that there are mountains in their eyes
G Am
I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree
C Am C Am G Am C Am
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