Biografía:
Squeeze es una banda musical británica formada en Londres en 1974. Los 2 únicos componentes que permanecen desde el principio, y también compositores de la mayoría de canciones, son Chris Difford y Glenn Tilbrook. Se suele clasificar a la banda como new wave.
Además de Difford y Tilbrook, otros componentes que han ido pasando por la banda son : Jools Holland, Paul Gunn, Gilson Lavis, Harry Kakoulli, John Bentley, Paul Carrack, Don Snow, Keith Wilkinson
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Otras canciones:
- Black Coffee In Bed
- Cool For Cats
- Take Me I'm Yours
- Tempted
- Annie Get Your Gun
- Another Nail
- Another Nail In My Heart
- Beautiful Game
- Cigarette Of A Single Man
- Cowboys Are My Weakness
- Cradle To The Grave
- Daphne
- Electric Trains
- Elephant Girl
- Everything
- Goodbye Girl
- Happy Days
- Haywire
- Honeytrap
- Hope Fell Down
- Hourglass
- I Think Im Go
- If I Didnt Love You
- If Its Love
- In Quintessence
- Innocence In Paradise
- Is That Love
- Its Not Cricket
- Ive Returned
- Labeled With Love
- Labelled With Love
- Maidstone
- Melody Motel
- Messed Around
- Nirvana
- Only 15
- Open
- Piccadilly
- Points Of View
- Pulling Mussels From The Shell
- Revue
- Slaughtered Gutted And Heartbroken
- Slightly Drunk
- Snap Crackle And Pop
- Some Fantastic Place
- Sunny
- Take Me Im Yours
- The Elephant Ride
- The Hunt
- The Knack
- The Truth
- Third Rail
- Top Of The Form
- Up The Junction
- Vicky Verky
- Walk A Straight Line
- Walk Away
- When The Hangover Strikes
- Womans World
¡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!
Live Tilbrook plays this with a capo on the third and it sounds like he plays the Ab as a Maj7
leaving of the bottom finger
Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
We watched the game like we always did
Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm
We seemed to lose more than we'd win
C C+ Am A
The ref would sweat as we'd blame him
Fmaj7
And then the fights would start
Dm
Out where the buses park
C G
I dodged a few black eyes
Bb
Believe me
C Dm Fmaj7 Em
It was good to be alive
Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
The tribal path led to the pub
Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm
Where we debated how we'd won
C C+ Am A
And I'm outside the wayward son
Fmaj7
And then a glass is smashed
Dm
Some fella's on his back
C G
And it all kicks off again
Bb
As ever
C Dm Fmaj7
There's no one to take the blame
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
As time goes by I search with vigour
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
The days we had seemed so much bigger
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
And everyone would point the finger
Bb Am
So we would do the same
Bb C Dm Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
To be mesmerised by the beautiful game
Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
My old man passed on the flame of loss
Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm
The team we loved just gathered moss
C C+ Am A
On a rolling stone you wouldn't toss
Fmaj7
But if we win or lose
Dm
We're in each other's shoes
C G
With blood upon our shirts
Bb
Believe me
C Dm Fmaj7
You know how that hurts
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
As time goes by I search with vigour
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
The days we had seemed so much bigger
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
And everyone would point the finger
Bb Am
So we would do the same
Bb C G C G C Fmaj7 Em
To be mesmerised by the beautiful game
leaving of the bottom finger
Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
We watched the game like we always did
Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm
We seemed to lose more than we'd win
C C+ Am A
The ref would sweat as we'd blame him
Fmaj7
And then the fights would start
Dm
Out where the buses park
C G
I dodged a few black eyes
Bb
Believe me
C Dm Fmaj7 Em
It was good to be alive
Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
The tribal path led to the pub
Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm
Where we debated how we'd won
C C+ Am A
And I'm outside the wayward son
Fmaj7
And then a glass is smashed
Dm
Some fella's on his back
C G
And it all kicks off again
Bb
As ever
C Dm Fmaj7
There's no one to take the blame
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
As time goes by I search with vigour
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
The days we had seemed so much bigger
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
And everyone would point the finger
Bb Am
So we would do the same
Bb C Dm Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
To be mesmerised by the beautiful game
Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
My old man passed on the flame of loss
Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm
The team we loved just gathered moss
C C+ Am A
On a rolling stone you wouldn't toss
Fmaj7
But if we win or lose
Dm
We're in each other's shoes
C G
With blood upon our shirts
Bb
Believe me
C Dm Fmaj7
You know how that hurts
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
As time goes by I search with vigour
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
The days we had seemed so much bigger
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
And everyone would point the finger
Bb Am
So we would do the same
Bb C G C G C Fmaj7 Em
To be mesmerised by the beautiful game
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