Biografía:
Sorcha Richardson is a 21-year-old folk musician from Dublin who moved to New York City at the age of 18 to study writing. When she was eleven, Sorcha took up the drums and was a drummer in a number of bands throughout school. No one, least of all herself, considered her a singer. She had been writing songs, however, for a number of years. When she arrived in New York with a notebook full of songs and no one to sing them, she decided she'd sing them herself.
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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]
F#m A
Underneath a cool lampshade, I was lying to your face
C#m
I didn't steal your liquor, maybe we just have the same taste
F#m A
It was a birthday party, we were screaming happy birthday
C#m
I'd already ruined your night, you didn't even know my name
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m E D
Oh, what a way for us to start
E F#m
Take it as a sign you shouldn't trust me with your heart
E A
Why do you want to go and be my friend?
I'm only gonna ruin your night again
[Chorus]
F#m E D
Stirrin' up a hurricane, oh it is a losing game
A
You should just forget my name, oh
F#m E D A
Stirrin' up a hurricane, I'm gonna ruin your night again
[Verse 2]
F#m A
Underneath an empire state, we were tempting fate
C#m
Took a train into the city, wanna meet me at my place
F#m A
We go to your best friend's show
C#m
Yeah I think I like you I'm not going to let you know
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m E D
Oh, what a way for us to start
E F#m
Take it as a sign you shouldn't trust me with your heart
E A
Why do you want to go and be my friend?
I'm only gonna ruin your night again
[Chorus]
F#m E D
Stirrin' up a hurricane, oh it is a losing game
A
You should just forget my name, oh
F#m E D A
Stirrin' up a hurricane, I'm gonna ruin your night again
[Bridge]
F#m E
D A
I'm only going to ruin your night again
F#m E
D A
I'm only going to ruin your night
F#m D
And when I do oh will you forgive me?
A E
If I tell you that I'm sorry would you stay here with me
F#m D
Going round in circles, how do you think it's gonna end?
A
I'm gonna ruin your night again
[Chorus] (2x)
F#m E D
Stirrin' up a hurricane, oh it is a losing game
A
You should just forget my name, oh
F#m E D A
Stirrin' up a hurricane, I'm gonna ruin your night again
F#m A
Underneath a cool lampshade, I was lying to your face
C#m
I didn't steal your liquor, maybe we just have the same taste
F#m A
It was a birthday party, we were screaming happy birthday
C#m
I'd already ruined your night, you didn't even know my name
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m E D
Oh, what a way for us to start
E F#m
Take it as a sign you shouldn't trust me with your heart
E A
Why do you want to go and be my friend?
I'm only gonna ruin your night again
[Chorus]
F#m E D
Stirrin' up a hurricane, oh it is a losing game
A
You should just forget my name, oh
F#m E D A
Stirrin' up a hurricane, I'm gonna ruin your night again
[Verse 2]
F#m A
Underneath an empire state, we were tempting fate
C#m
Took a train into the city, wanna meet me at my place
F#m A
We go to your best friend's show
C#m
Yeah I think I like you I'm not going to let you know
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m E D
Oh, what a way for us to start
E F#m
Take it as a sign you shouldn't trust me with your heart
E A
Why do you want to go and be my friend?
I'm only gonna ruin your night again
[Chorus]
F#m E D
Stirrin' up a hurricane, oh it is a losing game
A
You should just forget my name, oh
F#m E D A
Stirrin' up a hurricane, I'm gonna ruin your night again
[Bridge]
F#m E
D A
I'm only going to ruin your night again
F#m E
D A
I'm only going to ruin your night
F#m D
And when I do oh will you forgive me?
A E
If I tell you that I'm sorry would you stay here with me
F#m D
Going round in circles, how do you think it's gonna end?
A
I'm gonna ruin your night again
[Chorus] (2x)
F#m E D
Stirrin' up a hurricane, oh it is a losing game
A
You should just forget my name, oh
F#m E D A
Stirrin' up a hurricane, I'm gonna ruin your night again
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