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!
The Classic Crime - The Happy Nihilist
Tuning: Half Step Down
Am E Dm F (G)
I am a happy nihilist, no absolute truth does exist
Am E Dm
When I decide to shake my fist, I only got myself to blame
F
Cause we’re all players and life's the game
Am
I only take what I need, I am so light on my feet
E
I will not stop or concede, I am not driven by greed
Dm
No moral compass for me, it's all just natural feelings
F
Existence has no meaning, there's no such thing as happy
Am
But late at night when I sleep, I dream of more than I see
E
There's something burning in me, a driving need to be free,
Dm
Why do I sit here and think about the things that I need?
F
There's nothing left to believe, oh is it all just a dream?
Am C Am F 2x Am
F C
I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
Am G
But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else but me
F C
I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
Am G
But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else
Am E
I used to read everything, I used to need nothing
Dm F
I put my money on me, I used to be something
Am E Dm F
Now I can’t sleep, cause I’m not happy
Am C Am F 2x Am
F C
I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
Am G
But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else but me
F C
I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
Am G F
But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else but me
Am C E F
Whoa oh oh...
Am
Why am I haunted by the metaphysical?
C
Is it a cosmic lie or is it literal?
E
The books I read that used to free my mind
F
Have made me more blind but the truth I’ll find it
Am E
I was a happy nihilist
Dm F
Now I’m wondering why I exist
Am C Am F
Chorus
Tuning: Half Step Down
Am E Dm F (G)
I am a happy nihilist, no absolute truth does exist
Am E Dm
When I decide to shake my fist, I only got myself to blame
F
Cause we’re all players and life's the game
Am
I only take what I need, I am so light on my feet
E
I will not stop or concede, I am not driven by greed
Dm
No moral compass for me, it's all just natural feelings
F
Existence has no meaning, there's no such thing as happy
Am
But late at night when I sleep, I dream of more than I see
E
There's something burning in me, a driving need to be free,
Dm
Why do I sit here and think about the things that I need?
F
There's nothing left to believe, oh is it all just a dream?
Am C Am F 2x Am
F C
I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
Am G
But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else but me
F C
I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
Am G
But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else
Am E
I used to read everything, I used to need nothing
Dm F
I put my money on me, I used to be something
Am E Dm F
Now I can’t sleep, cause I’m not happy
Am C Am F 2x Am
F C
I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
Am G
But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else but me
F C
I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
Am G F
But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else but me
Am C E F
Whoa oh oh...
Am
Why am I haunted by the metaphysical?
C
Is it a cosmic lie or is it literal?
E
The books I read that used to free my mind
F
Have made me more blind but the truth I’ll find it
Am E
I was a happy nihilist
Dm F
Now I’m wondering why I exist
Am C Am F
Chorus
The Cog Is Dead
The Color Fred
The Commodores
The Common Linne (...)
The Congos