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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Otras canciones:
- 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!
Four Chords-The Classic Crime
CAPO 4
VERSE
A
I was once a boy in love with strangers
D
As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I'd wave
A
I was much too young to think of danger
D
I was curious and innocent and brave
A
Now the wrinkles in my face have gotten deeper
D
I'm an old man that's just 25 years young
A
I try to keep myself away from mirrors
D
They remind me of the stupid things I've done
PRECHORUS
F# E
Because after all man's intellect and power
D F#
All you get is 650,000 hours if you're lucky then you're dead
E D
Says the voice inside my head that keeps me moving on
That keeps me singing these songs
CHORUS
A
So sing along, oh, oh, here we go, been down this road
D
About a thousand times before but we ain't bored
Oh, oh, here we go, singing songs we wrote
F#
About a thousand times before but we ain't bored
E D
The same four chords, the same four chords
VERSE
Now the beard upon my face has gotten thicker
To protect me from the storms that come my way
Maybe when life's done I'll be the singer
In the band that plays outside of Heaven's gate
PRECHORUS
'Cause after all man's intellect and power
All you get is 650,000 hours if you're lucky then you're dead
Says the voice inside my head that keeps me moving on
That keeps me singing these songs
CHORUS
So sing along, oh, oh, here we go, been down this road
About a thousand times before but we ain't bored
Oh, oh, here we go, singing songs we wrote
About a thousand times before but we ain't bored
The same four chords, the same four chords
The same four chords, the same four chords
BRIDGE
D E F#
Even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad
A D
My life was filled with songs
E
And even if I die tomorrow
F# A
These four chords will keep me living on
Even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad
My life was filled with songs
And maybe if I die tomorrow
These four chords will keep me living on
Even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad
My life was filled with songs
And even if I die tomorrow
These four chords will keep me living on
CHORUS
A
So sing along, oh, oh, the songs that we wrote
Are playing back on the radio
D
Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow
F# E
These four chords will keep me living on
A
Oh, oh, the songs that we wrote
Are playing back on the radio
D
Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow
F# E
These four chords will keep me living on
F# E
These four chords will keep me living on
F# E D A
These four chords will keep me living on
CAPO 4
VERSE
A
I was once a boy in love with strangers
D
As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I'd wave
A
I was much too young to think of danger
D
I was curious and innocent and brave
A
Now the wrinkles in my face have gotten deeper
D
I'm an old man that's just 25 years young
A
I try to keep myself away from mirrors
D
They remind me of the stupid things I've done
PRECHORUS
F# E
Because after all man's intellect and power
D F#
All you get is 650,000 hours if you're lucky then you're dead
E D
Says the voice inside my head that keeps me moving on
That keeps me singing these songs
CHORUS
A
So sing along, oh, oh, here we go, been down this road
D
About a thousand times before but we ain't bored
Oh, oh, here we go, singing songs we wrote
F#
About a thousand times before but we ain't bored
E D
The same four chords, the same four chords
VERSE
Now the beard upon my face has gotten thicker
To protect me from the storms that come my way
Maybe when life's done I'll be the singer
In the band that plays outside of Heaven's gate
PRECHORUS
'Cause after all man's intellect and power
All you get is 650,000 hours if you're lucky then you're dead
Says the voice inside my head that keeps me moving on
That keeps me singing these songs
CHORUS
So sing along, oh, oh, here we go, been down this road
About a thousand times before but we ain't bored
Oh, oh, here we go, singing songs we wrote
About a thousand times before but we ain't bored
The same four chords, the same four chords
The same four chords, the same four chords
BRIDGE
D E F#
Even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad
A D
My life was filled with songs
E
And even if I die tomorrow
F# A
These four chords will keep me living on
Even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad
My life was filled with songs
And maybe if I die tomorrow
These four chords will keep me living on
Even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad
My life was filled with songs
And even if I die tomorrow
These four chords will keep me living on
CHORUS
A
So sing along, oh, oh, the songs that we wrote
Are playing back on the radio
D
Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow
F# E
These four chords will keep me living on
A
Oh, oh, the songs that we wrote
Are playing back on the radio
D
Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow
F# E
These four chords will keep me living on
F# E
These four chords will keep me living on
F# E D A
These four chords will keep me living on
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