Biografía:
The Badlees are from Selinsgrove, PA. They had a few hits on the radio over the years, a couple of which ended up in rotation on VH-1. Their style is roots rock with heavy Appalachian influences. Their sound could be described a mixture of Gin Blossoms, Neil Young, John Mellencamp and Bruce Springstien.
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¡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!
This is a fantastic song by an underrated band. Easy as pie to play, too. Enjoy.
G
life as we know it has come to an end
C
a suburban catastrophe
G
it's time to start mourning the death of a friend
C
who's standing in front of me
G
and I can't stop the hatred that wells up inside
C
as I look for a glimmer in his vacant eyes
G
and I can't do a damn thing 'cause I can't feel a damn thing
C
with a hole in my heart that's a thousand miles wide
Em D/F# G
'cause the smile has left his face
Em D/F# C
the portrait of happiness he can't retrace
Em D/F# A
gone is the love that once lived there
C
it's cold as a stone, cold as a stone
G
it's laid out before him with trembling hands
C
but the parts don't seem to fit
G
and the 34 winters haven't left him as cold
C
as this one conversation did
G
and I don't understand with eyes open wide
C
why you see love so clearly but it still leaves you blind
G
and I can't do a damn thing, 'cause I can't say a damn thing
C
and I can't stop this woman from pushing him aside
Em D/F# G
'cause the smile has left his face
Em D/F# C
the portrait of happiness he can't retrace
Em D/F# A
gone is the love that once lived there
C
it's cold as a stone, cold as a stone
G
life as we know it has come to an end
C
nothing can be the same
G
life as we know it has come to an end
C
a suburban catastrophe
G
it's time to start mourning the death of a friend
C
who's standing in front of me
G
and I can't stop the hatred that wells up inside
C
as I look for a glimmer in his vacant eyes
G
and I can't do a damn thing 'cause I can't feel a damn thing
C
with a hole in my heart that's a thousand miles wide
Em D/F# G
'cause the smile has left his face
Em D/F# C
the portrait of happiness he can't retrace
Em D/F# A
gone is the love that once lived there
C
it's cold as a stone, cold as a stone
G
it's laid out before him with trembling hands
C
but the parts don't seem to fit
G
and the 34 winters haven't left him as cold
C
as this one conversation did
G
and I don't understand with eyes open wide
C
why you see love so clearly but it still leaves you blind
G
and I can't do a damn thing, 'cause I can't say a damn thing
C
and I can't stop this woman from pushing him aside
Em D/F# G
'cause the smile has left his face
Em D/F# C
the portrait of happiness he can't retrace
Em D/F# A
gone is the love that once lived there
C
it's cold as a stone, cold as a stone
G
life as we know it has come to an end
C
nothing can be the same
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