Biografía:
¿Cuál es el crimen clásico, o en inglés The Classic Crime? La historia se llena de héroes que hicieron su último sacrificio y mártires que murieron por su causa. Si sus acciones fueron vistas como “crímenes” en sus días era irrelevante. De ésos el luchar contra la injusticia con los que estaban locos o no se ajustaban del todo, muriendo por su creencia o su arte, ese es el crimen clásico.
Concuerda, entonces, que The Classic Crime (la banda) que viene del noroeste pacífico
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- Coldest Heart
- Seatle
- The Precipice
- A Perfect Voice
- Abracadavers
- Albatross
- Beautiful Darkside
- Black And White
- Broken Mess
- City Of Orphans
- Closer Than We Think
- Dead Rose
- Different Now
- Drink In My Hand
- Everything
- Everything And Nothing
- Far From Home
- Fight
- Four Chords
- Glass Houses
- Headlights
- Heaven And Hell
- Holy Water
- I Know The Feeling
- More
- My Name
- Not Done With You Yet
- Salt In The Snow
- Say The Word
- Seattle
- Selfish
- Sing
- Solar Powered Life
- The Beginning
- The Happy Nihilist
- The Test
- The Way That You Are
- Vagabonds
- Wake Up Shipwreck
- Walk With Me
- We All Look Elsewhere
- What Id Give Up
- Where Did You Go
- Who Needs Air
- You And Me Both
- Young Again
¡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!
[V1]
G#m F#
It's like I never had time - to look away -
G#m F#
Bodies stuck between death and decay
E
are plastic and set up on display,
F#
and their eyes are wide and they are looking my way -
G#m F#
Each ligament exposed each muscle connected -
G#m F#
and every organ that I proudly neglected,
E
have been arranged for the common collective,
stomaching the sight of human flesh resurrected
[Pre-Chorus]
G#m C#m G#m
It seems we're fearfully made and designed,
F# E
but it's a shame we can be so blind
[Chorus]
F# C#m
We're all the same,
E B F#
made of hair and bones and water and blood cells
C#m
And we're all to blame,
E B F# G#m
for spending way too much time on ourselves -
[V2]
G#m F# G#m E
I have been blessed and now I'm blind, the veil's been pulled over my eyes
F#
Now every bad season that kept me believing seems so contrived
G#m F# G#m E
There's more glory to be - seen savored through suffering
Than ever was through self serving escape
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
G#m C#m Eb G#m
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
G#m C#m G#m C#m
[Chorus
[Ending]
G#m C#m G#m
G#m F#
It's like I never had time - to look away -
G#m F#
Bodies stuck between death and decay
E
are plastic and set up on display,
F#
and their eyes are wide and they are looking my way -
G#m F#
Each ligament exposed each muscle connected -
G#m F#
and every organ that I proudly neglected,
E
have been arranged for the common collective,
stomaching the sight of human flesh resurrected
[Pre-Chorus]
G#m C#m G#m
It seems we're fearfully made and designed,
F# E
but it's a shame we can be so blind
[Chorus]
F# C#m
We're all the same,
E B F#
made of hair and bones and water and blood cells
C#m
And we're all to blame,
E B F# G#m
for spending way too much time on ourselves -
[V2]
G#m F# G#m E
I have been blessed and now I'm blind, the veil's been pulled over my eyes
F#
Now every bad season that kept me believing seems so contrived
G#m F# G#m E
There's more glory to be - seen savored through suffering
Than ever was through self serving escape
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
G#m C#m Eb G#m
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
G#m C#m G#m C#m
[Chorus
[Ending]
G#m C#m G#m
The Cog Is Dead
The Color Fred
The Commodores
The Common Linne (...)
The Congos