Biografía:
Sun kil moon, fue el renacer del vocalista de Red House painters, Mark Kozelek, que después de finalizar con la anterior banda, se dedicó a una carrera solista, para luego volver con este proyecto.
Aunque sigue manteniendo el mismo tono melancólico de sus canciones, Sun kil moon, ha logrado tener buena crítica dentro de la música actual.
Ghosts of the great highway, es el disco del 2003, que si bien, demuestra la creación de temas armónicos bien elaborados, también nos deja un claro referente de lo que fue el indie/slowrock de los 90.
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Otras canciones:
- Alesund
- Among The Leaves
- Bens My Friend
- Carry Me Ohio
- Garden Of Lavender
- Gentle Moon
- Glenn Tipton
- Heron Blue
- I Know Its Pathetic But That Was The Greatest Night Of My Life
- Jim Wise
- Like The River
- Lonely Mountain
- Lost Verses
- Neverending Math Equation
- Space Travel Is Boring
- The Light
- Third And Seneca
- Track Number 8
- Unlit Hallway
- You Missed My Heart
¡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!
Among The Leaves
SUN KIL MOON
DADGAD
A = 777600 or 002202
Em = 220000
D = 000200
G = 555400
F# = 400000
A Em D A
A pillow lays on cold cement, a blanket by a broken vent
Em D A
She’s there a while, and then she’s gone
Em D A
I’m away for weeks, arrive at night
Em D A
She hears my steps, turns off the light and runs
Em
No mind at all, more space than I need
D A Em D A
It’s just me among the weeds, among the ghosts, among the leaves
Em
We’ve never met but she’s a girl
D A
Romance paper books
Em D A
The floor is covered in long blonde curls
G F#
On afternoons I walk the graves
D A
The rusted cars, the mine shaft caves
Em D A
See a girl sadly unkempt, a child of neglect
G F#
Under moons I pass the tombs
D A
Cross the highways, smell the fumes
Em D A
See a girl frighteningly gaunt, somebody didn’t want
Em D A Em D A
How do I tell her I don’t care, if she sleeps downstairs?
A Em
I see her on my errand runs
D A Em D A
Looking nervous like a young Mia Farrow
Em
Walking ‘long the gas stops
D A Em D A
Window browsing pawn shops, guns, bows and arrows
Em
Up on past the Halfway house
D A Em D A
Past the signs Eighty South, Buttercup and Carrows
Em
Drinking Wild Irish Rose
D A Em D A
At the dead end down the road, sleeping with the sparrows
G F#
When evening comes I play guitar
D A
For the planets and the stars
Em D A
I leave the porch light on like I do when I’m gone
G F#
Winter, spring, summer, fall
D A
Basement’s yours, have a ball
Em D A Em D A
There’s always room for you there… really baby I don’t care
SUN KIL MOON
DADGAD
A = 777600 or 002202
Em = 220000
D = 000200
G = 555400
F# = 400000
A Em D A
A pillow lays on cold cement, a blanket by a broken vent
Em D A
She’s there a while, and then she’s gone
Em D A
I’m away for weeks, arrive at night
Em D A
She hears my steps, turns off the light and runs
Em
No mind at all, more space than I need
D A Em D A
It’s just me among the weeds, among the ghosts, among the leaves
Em
We’ve never met but she’s a girl
D A
Romance paper books
Em D A
The floor is covered in long blonde curls
G F#
On afternoons I walk the graves
D A
The rusted cars, the mine shaft caves
Em D A
See a girl sadly unkempt, a child of neglect
G F#
Under moons I pass the tombs
D A
Cross the highways, smell the fumes
Em D A
See a girl frighteningly gaunt, somebody didn’t want
Em D A Em D A
How do I tell her I don’t care, if she sleeps downstairs?
A Em
I see her on my errand runs
D A Em D A
Looking nervous like a young Mia Farrow
Em
Walking ‘long the gas stops
D A Em D A
Window browsing pawn shops, guns, bows and arrows
Em
Up on past the Halfway house
D A Em D A
Past the signs Eighty South, Buttercup and Carrows
Em
Drinking Wild Irish Rose
D A Em D A
At the dead end down the road, sleeping with the sparrows
G F#
When evening comes I play guitar
D A
For the planets and the stars
Em D A
I leave the porch light on like I do when I’m gone
G F#
Winter, spring, summer, fall
D A
Basement’s yours, have a ball
Em D A Em D A
There’s always room for you there… really baby I don’t care
Sundara Karma
Sundari Soekotjo
Sundarta
Sunday Allstars
Sunday Valley