Biografía:
Skybox is the vehicle of Chicago musicians Tim Ellis and Christian Fields, along with a rotating cast of musicians that fill out the lineup. In 2006 the band released Arco Iris, their debut record, which makes a certain small but distinguished group of people grin uncontrollably. After several U.S. tours in support of the record the band is now readying the follow up with acclaimed producer Sean O'Keefe at Smart Studios in Madison, WI. The band toured heavily in support of the record
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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!
Song: Buckets
Artist: Skybox
Album: Morning After Cuts
D A G A?
D A
G
Well I was sinkin into your veins. I’m a vessel without a sea. You can sink me with
you satire, when
A D
A G
you’re tryin to set me free. Well I can get ya with your hate. I can get ya with your
rules. You can fix
A
me with your sentiment. You can break me with your truth.
D A
G A D
And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside.
And I might
A G
A
come back someday. When we’re old and grey, I come back someday.
Piano ditty - D A G A? (again slower like, perhaps finger pickin or something like that,
whatever floats your boat)
D-A-G-A
Well I can curse you with a chord. I can heal you when you bleed. I can fill you with
my logic. I can kill you with my greed. And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To
throw your cares away. All messed up inside. And I might come back someday. When
we’re old an grey, I come back someday.
D A
B E?
You’re lies are a shelter from the endless rain, on the endless road. There is no
reason here, we’re all
G A
insane, we’re all inspired.
And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside.
And I might come back someday. When we’re old an grey, I come back someday.
(this might be inaccurate, but it works for me, Bret)
Artist: Skybox
Album: Morning After Cuts
D A G A?
D A
G
Well I was sinkin into your veins. I’m a vessel without a sea. You can sink me with
you satire, when
A D
A G
you’re tryin to set me free. Well I can get ya with your hate. I can get ya with your
rules. You can fix
A
me with your sentiment. You can break me with your truth.
D A
G A D
And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside.
And I might
A G
A
come back someday. When we’re old and grey, I come back someday.
Piano ditty - D A G A? (again slower like, perhaps finger pickin or something like that,
whatever floats your boat)
D-A-G-A
Well I can curse you with a chord. I can heal you when you bleed. I can fill you with
my logic. I can kill you with my greed. And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To
throw your cares away. All messed up inside. And I might come back someday. When
we’re old an grey, I come back someday.
D A
B E?
You’re lies are a shelter from the endless rain, on the endless road. There is no
reason here, we’re all
G A
insane, we’re all inspired.
And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside.
And I might come back someday. When we’re old an grey, I come back someday.
(this might be inaccurate, but it works for me, Bret)
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