Biografía:
Spoon es una banda de rock alternativo de Austin, Texas formada en el año 1994. Melodías tarareables y mágicas, inspiradas en la tradición folk-rock-pop norteamericana, sobre estructuras instrumentales alejadas de lo típico. Canciones compuestas y producidas de manera limpia, arriesgada y creativa. Todo el que haya escuchado con cierta minuciosidad el catálogo editado en los noventa por sellos como Matador, Big Cat, Merge o Spin Art sabrá de lo que se está hablando.
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Otras canciones:
- Black Like Me
- Do You
- Underdog
- Way We Get By
- You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb
- Anything You Want
- Back To The Life
- Beast And Dragon Adored
- Before Destruction
- Book I Write
- Can I Sit Next To You
- Chicago At Night
- Chips And Dip
- Do I Have To Talk You Into It
- Dont Let It Get You Down
- Eddies Ragga
- Everything Hits At Once
- Finer Feelings
- First Caress
- Goodnight Laura
- I Aint The One
- I Just Dont Understand
- I Summon You
- I Turn My Camera On
- In The Right Place The Right Time
- Inside Out
- Jealousy
- Jonathan Fisk
- Knock Knock Knock
- Laffitte Dont Fail Me Now
- Leave Your Effects Where Theyre Easily Seen
- Let Me Be Mine
- Lines In The Suit
- Mean Mad Margaret
- Memori Sekuntum Rindu
- My Mathematical Mind
- Nefarious
- Out Go The Lights
- Rainy Taxi
- Rent I Pay
- Rhythm And Soul
- Rindu Serindu Rindunya
- Run Through The Jungle
- Sister Jack
- Something To Look Forward To
- Tear It Down
- The Agony Of Lafitte
- The Mystery Zone
- The Underdog
- The Way We Get By
- They Want My Soul
- Trouble Comes Running
- Upwards At 45 Degrees
- Utilitarian
- Whisperilllistentohearit
- You Get Yours
- You Got Yr Cherry Bomb
- You Gotta Feel It
¡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!
"They Want My Soul"
Spoon
[Intro]
C
C
Let's go get out in the street
Am
Somebody's gotta
C
Let's get the stars to align
Am
For lambs to slaughter
F
In the photographs
Ab
Their eyes make a signal path
Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on
F Ab
And on and on and on and on
Cmaj7
Don't it feel like Friday night?
Am
Cars are all lined up
Cmaj7
Let it go push you around
Am
Oh, what's it amount to?
Dm G Dm G
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
Dm G Dm G
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul
Cmaj7 Am
Post sermon socialites
F Ab
Park enchanters and skin tights
Dm G
All they want's my soul
C
Yeah, they want my soul
[Interlude]
C Am
F
In the photographs
Ab
Their eyes make a signal path
Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on
F Ab
And on and on and on and on
Cmaj7
Let's go lose track of time
Am
Somebody's gotta
Cmaj7
Let's get the stars to align
Am
For lambs to slaughter
Dm G Dm G
Educated folk singers want my soul
Dm G Dm G
Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul
C Am
I got nothing I want to say to 'em
F Ab
They got nothing left that I want
Dm G
All they want's my soul
Yes, yes, I know it
C Am
They want my soul
They want my soul
Oh ah, want my soul
Oh ah, they want my soul
Oh ah, they want my soul
Spoon
[Intro]
C
C
Let's go get out in the street
Am
Somebody's gotta
C
Let's get the stars to align
Am
For lambs to slaughter
F
In the photographs
Ab
Their eyes make a signal path
Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on
F Ab
And on and on and on and on
Cmaj7
Don't it feel like Friday night?
Am
Cars are all lined up
Cmaj7
Let it go push you around
Am
Oh, what's it amount to?
Dm G Dm G
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
Dm G Dm G
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul
Cmaj7 Am
Post sermon socialites
F Ab
Park enchanters and skin tights
Dm G
All they want's my soul
C
Yeah, they want my soul
[Interlude]
C Am
F
In the photographs
Ab
Their eyes make a signal path
Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on
F Ab
And on and on and on and on
Cmaj7
Let's go lose track of time
Am
Somebody's gotta
Cmaj7
Let's get the stars to align
Am
For lambs to slaughter
Dm G Dm G
Educated folk singers want my soul
Dm G Dm G
Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul
C Am
I got nothing I want to say to 'em
F Ab
They got nothing left that I want
Dm G
All they want's my soul
Yes, yes, I know it
C Am
They want my soul
They want my soul
Oh ah, want my soul
Oh ah, they want my soul
Oh ah, they want my soul
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