Biografía:
Sparklehorse fue el seudónimo de Mark Linkous, vocalista y multi instrumentista, fallecido en marzo de 2010 por suicidio.
Ya en 1996, durante una gira por Europa con Radiohead, después de editar su 1º disco, "Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot", Linkous sufrió una sobredosis con una combinación de antidepresivos, Valium, alcohol y heroína en una habitación de hotel en Londres. Inconsciente y con las piernas aplastadas por él mismo durante casi catorce horas
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Otras canciones:
- Piano Fire
- Almost Lost My Mind
- Apple Bed
- Babies On The Sun
- Box Of Stars Pt 1
- Caroline
- Cow
- Dead Opera Star
- Eyepennies
- Gasoline Horseys
- Getting It Wrong
- Ghost Of His Smile
- Go
- Gold Day
- Hammering The Cramps
- Happy Man
- Happy Place
- Heart Of Darkness
- Hey Joe
- Homecoming Queen
- Hundreds Of Sparrows
- Insane Lullaby
- Its A Wonderful Life
- Its Not So Hard
- Junebug
- Knives Of Summertime
- Little Fat Baby
- Marias Little Elbows
- More Yellow Birds
- Morning Hollow
- Most Beautiful Widow In Town
- Mountains
- Painbirds
- Pig
- Rainmaker
- Saturday
- Shade And Honey
- Shade Honey
- Sick Of Goodbyes
- Some Sweet Day
- Someday I Will Treat You Good
- Spirit Ditch
- Star Eyes I Cant Catch It
- Sunshine
- The Hatchet Song
- Waiting For Nothing
- Weird Sisters
- Wish You Were Here
¡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!
C G F
every hair on your head is counted
C G F
you are worth hundreds of sparrows
Am G F
the tree you planted has become fecund
C G F
with kamikaze hummingbirds
C G F
wings of hundreds of beats per second
C G F
of people whose wings are just a blur
Am G F
afraid our eyes might become impaled
C G F
by their sharp and tiny beaks
Em F
I'm so sorry
Em F
my spirit's rarely in my body
Em F
it wanders through the dry country
Fm C
looking for a good place to rest
G F
your head upon my chest
C G F
and I can feel the pillow of your breast
C G F
you are worth hundreds of sparrows
every hair on your head is counted
C G F
you are worth hundreds of sparrows
Am G F
the tree you planted has become fecund
C G F
with kamikaze hummingbirds
C G F
wings of hundreds of beats per second
C G F
of people whose wings are just a blur
Am G F
afraid our eyes might become impaled
C G F
by their sharp and tiny beaks
Em F
I'm so sorry
Em F
my spirit's rarely in my body
Em F
it wanders through the dry country
Fm C
looking for a good place to rest
G F
your head upon my chest
C G F
and I can feel the pillow of your breast
C G F
you are worth hundreds of sparrows
Spiderbait
Spill Canvas
Spilt Milk Socie (...)
Spin Doctors
Spinal Tap