Biografía:
The Districts é uma banda de rock americana originária de Lititz, Pensilvânia, Estados Unidos. O grupo foi formado em 2009, enquanto os membros Rob Grote, Mark Larson, Connor Jacobus e Braden Lawrence ainda estavam no ensino médio.
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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!
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Silver Couplets - The Districts
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Tuning: Standard - EADGBe
Intro: C - Em (find yourself a nice picking pattern)
C
Silver couplets are underneath the branches
Em
Of a wilted maple, raking up the leaves
F
Trying find my head, must’ve been out here
Buried it with the memories of mom and dad
C
Slipped through one of my hands, never got too bad
Em
But this one’s worse
F
Still remember jumping in the leaves
We were merely children, not anything more
Just learned to drink away our pain
C
And it’s a shame, heard you rode in the back seat
Em
All the way to long beach
F
Remember the days you were driving
You and I were in a mess
I guess we all fall with our sins, we never wanted
C
Find some solace, at least a little piece of mind
Em
I know I’m wasting away this time
F
If you focus hard enough on the smoke, from my cigarette
I think that I see heaven
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
C
Silver couplets are underneath the branches ---> From here on out go for full chords rather than picking
Em
Of wilted maples, raking up the leaves
F
Trying to find my head, must’ve been here
Buried with the memories
C Em
Slipped through my hands, I know those wise words
Oh I know, I know
F
We all fall down, by tumbling down
Can’t seem to catch your fall
C
And it’s a shame
Heard you rode in the back seat
Em F
All the way, remember the days you were driving
But you and I were in a mess
I guess we all fall with our sins, we never wanted
C
Find some solace, at least a little piece of mind
Em
I know I’m wasting away this time
F
If you focus hard enough on the smoke from my cigarette
I think that I see heaven
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
--- Keep going with that last line until you're bored
End on G
Silver Couplets - The Districts
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Tuning: Standard - EADGBe
Intro: C - Em (find yourself a nice picking pattern)
C
Silver couplets are underneath the branches
Em
Of a wilted maple, raking up the leaves
F
Trying find my head, must’ve been out here
Buried it with the memories of mom and dad
C
Slipped through one of my hands, never got too bad
Em
But this one’s worse
F
Still remember jumping in the leaves
We were merely children, not anything more
Just learned to drink away our pain
C
And it’s a shame, heard you rode in the back seat
Em
All the way to long beach
F
Remember the days you were driving
You and I were in a mess
I guess we all fall with our sins, we never wanted
C
Find some solace, at least a little piece of mind
Em
I know I’m wasting away this time
F
If you focus hard enough on the smoke, from my cigarette
I think that I see heaven
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
C
Silver couplets are underneath the branches ---> From here on out go for full chords rather than picking
Em
Of wilted maples, raking up the leaves
F
Trying to find my head, must’ve been here
Buried with the memories
C Em
Slipped through my hands, I know those wise words
Oh I know, I know
F
We all fall down, by tumbling down
Can’t seem to catch your fall
C
And it’s a shame
Heard you rode in the back seat
Em F
All the way, remember the days you were driving
But you and I were in a mess
I guess we all fall with our sins, we never wanted
C
Find some solace, at least a little piece of mind
Em
I know I’m wasting away this time
F
If you focus hard enough on the smoke from my cigarette
I think that I see heaven
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
--- Keep going with that last line until you're bored
End on G
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