Biografía:
The Drones es un grupo austrailano de rock que alcanzó la popularidad (relativa) a principios de la década '00. Sus mayores influencias son Bob Dylan, Neil Young, The Velvet Underground, Van Morrison, Suicide y Bad Brains entre otros.
El sonido del grupo australiano no cuadra en ningún estilo actual dentro de la música rock. Parte de su trabajo se debe a estructuras simples y convencionales, la otra parte de su sonido se basa en las estructuras blues que Tom Waits popularizó en los círculos comerciales.
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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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People are a waste of food
G#m
You'll never hear the end
E
They're only ever happy
G#m
When they're burying their friends
A A A
And they take take take
E
But they never take a hint
F#m
The ice caps getting skinny
A
Still they're not concerned
E
They're very near extinct
People are a waste of food
G#m
The end is nearly nigh
E
They've always said the sky would fall
G#m
Now it is you have to wonder why
A A A
You want to shrink your stinky footprint?
E
Get your tubes tied
F#m
Or even better yet
A
Go commit suicide
E
They can't say you didn't try
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D
Well i hear the sound of horses' hooves
A
Come the middle of the night
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D
Its time to get your gun license
I see four horsemen riding through
E
A cold and endless night
If money is the root of evil
G#m
Fear of death is worse
E
This mortal coil is not a test
G#m
And you can't hide in a purse
A A A E
So don't go casting no dispersions in the street
F#m
'Cause the half the world that starves
A
Will know the half you're in
E
Does not deserve to eat
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D
Well i hear the sound of horses' hooves
A
Come the middle of the night
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D
It's time to get your gun license
I see four horsemen riding through
E
A cold and endless night
People are a waste of food
G#m
Don't bother learning Chinese
E
Thou shalt find oneself perturbed
G#m
By less verbose calamities
A A A
Just get some Heinz baked beans,
E
A 12 gauge, bandolier and tinned dog food
F#m
We'll eat your dog, bury our dead
A
Or eat them instead
E
That's entirely up to you
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D A
I hear the sound of unshod hooves come the middle of the night
C#m G#m
And oh------- Why,
D
Well, from now on 'til your grandkids finally get what you deserve
I'm going to be stuck here with you wookies
Eating fortune cookies
E
Until my guts churn
I think this is pretty right. There may be an alternative to the F#m. If there is
it with another tab.
Thanks Tim
People are a waste of food
G#m
You'll never hear the end
E
They're only ever happy
G#m
When they're burying their friends
A A A
And they take take take
E
But they never take a hint
F#m
The ice caps getting skinny
A
Still they're not concerned
E
They're very near extinct
People are a waste of food
G#m
The end is nearly nigh
E
They've always said the sky would fall
G#m
Now it is you have to wonder why
A A A
You want to shrink your stinky footprint?
E
Get your tubes tied
F#m
Or even better yet
A
Go commit suicide
E
They can't say you didn't try
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D
Well i hear the sound of horses' hooves
A
Come the middle of the night
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D
Its time to get your gun license
I see four horsemen riding through
E
A cold and endless night
If money is the root of evil
G#m
Fear of death is worse
E
This mortal coil is not a test
G#m
And you can't hide in a purse
A A A E
So don't go casting no dispersions in the street
F#m
'Cause the half the world that starves
A
Will know the half you're in
E
Does not deserve to eat
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D
Well i hear the sound of horses' hooves
A
Come the middle of the night
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D
It's time to get your gun license
I see four horsemen riding through
E
A cold and endless night
People are a waste of food
G#m
Don't bother learning Chinese
E
Thou shalt find oneself perturbed
G#m
By less verbose calamities
A A A
Just get some Heinz baked beans,
E
A 12 gauge, bandolier and tinned dog food
F#m
We'll eat your dog, bury our dead
A
Or eat them instead
E
That's entirely up to you
C#m G#m
And oh------- my,
D A
I hear the sound of unshod hooves come the middle of the night
C#m G#m
And oh------- Why,
D
Well, from now on 'til your grandkids finally get what you deserve
I'm going to be stuck here with you wookies
Eating fortune cookies
E
Until my guts churn
I think this is pretty right. There may be an alternative to the F#m. If there is
it with another tab.
Thanks Tim
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