Biografía:
The Airborne Toxic Event, originarios de Los Feliz, en California, es un grupo que ha creado unas expectativas increíbles en muy poco tiempo. Hace apenas dos años de su creación y su popularidad crece tanto como su indudable talento.
Mikel Jollett se encontraba escribiendo una novela, en marzo de 2006, cuando le diagnosticaron una enfermedad autoinmune, rompió con su pareja sentimental y se enteró de que su madre padecía de cáncer. Todo en una misma semana.
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Otras canciones:
- Bride and Groom
- Changing
- Gasoline
- Happiness Is Overrated
- Innocence
- Missy
- Papillon
- Sometime Around Midnight
- Strange Girl
- The Graveyard Near The House
- True Love
- Wishing Well
- A Certain Type Of Girl
- All At Once
- All For A Woman
- All I Ever Wanted
- America
- April Is The Cruelest Month
- Bride Groom
- California
- Change And Change And Change And Change
- Cocaine And Abel
- Does This Mean Youre Moving On
- Dublin
- Duet
- Elizabeth
- Goodbye Horses
- Half Of Something Else
- Hell And Back
- It Doesnt Mean A Thing
- Letter To Georgia
- Numb
- One Time Thing
- Parson Red Heads
- Poor Isaac
- Safe
- Something New
- Strangers
- The Fall Of Rome
- The Fifth Day
- The Girls In Their Summer Dresses
- The Kids Are Ready To Die
- The Secret
- The Storm
- The Thing About Dreams
- The Way Home
- The Winning Side
- This Is London
- This Losing
- Timeless
- Whats In A Name
- Why Why Why
- Wishing Song
- Wrong
¡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!
Capo 5th Fret
All chords relative to the capo
Verse: C, F, G
Chorus: C, G, Am, G, F
I never knew my mother
I can't say it was so bad
She was still a girl of seventeen the night she met my dad
He was just six months out of chino
Trying his hardest to stay clean
And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
Like doves sleeping with broken wings
In a bed fit for a king
It didn't mean a thing
It was shot gun forest wedding
And they forgot to bring the gun
As they were busy counting promises
To the children not yet born
No one could afford the ride
Everyone hitched up with the 101
And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
Like doves dancing with broken wings
With a view fit for a king
It didn't mean a thing
It was a loneliness
They would confess
Like the world had gone bad I guess
So they hold hands and look into the eyes of god
They'd say tell me why'd ya hide from us
Why'd ya fill the world with wickedness
Why'd ya spare us from the grace but not the rot
Now my dad says fuck the details
Just keep your head down hard
Ya got to find yourself alone before you'll find the eyes of God
You make broke and scared and out of jail
Out the flesh of your own heartstrings
But you were born to be a peasant not a king
So just stop acting like your running from something
Ya gonna leave the way you came without a thing
With your heart tattooed and your mind tied to a string
You just sing and you sing and you sing
It doesn't mean a thing
All chords relative to the capo
Verse: C, F, G
Chorus: C, G, Am, G, F
I never knew my mother
I can't say it was so bad
She was still a girl of seventeen the night she met my dad
He was just six months out of chino
Trying his hardest to stay clean
And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
Like doves sleeping with broken wings
In a bed fit for a king
It didn't mean a thing
It was shot gun forest wedding
And they forgot to bring the gun
As they were busy counting promises
To the children not yet born
No one could afford the ride
Everyone hitched up with the 101
And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
Like doves dancing with broken wings
With a view fit for a king
It didn't mean a thing
It was a loneliness
They would confess
Like the world had gone bad I guess
So they hold hands and look into the eyes of god
They'd say tell me why'd ya hide from us
Why'd ya fill the world with wickedness
Why'd ya spare us from the grace but not the rot
Now my dad says fuck the details
Just keep your head down hard
Ya got to find yourself alone before you'll find the eyes of God
You make broke and scared and out of jail
Out the flesh of your own heartstrings
But you were born to be a peasant not a king
So just stop acting like your running from something
Ya gonna leave the way you came without a thing
With your heart tattooed and your mind tied to a string
You just sing and you sing and you sing
It doesn't mean a thing
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