Biografía:
It’s fitting that The Family Crest was born in San Francisco, a city known for its rich history of experimentation, innovation and progressive thinking. In 2009, two young musicians -- Liam McCormick (lead vocals, guitar) and his friend, John Seeterlin (bass) -- settled in San Francisco to record a cycle of songs that McCormick had written. For McCormick, there was explicit intent to include as many people as possible in the music-making, based on his belief that everyone is inherently musical when given the opportunity.
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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!
A
Now with a wonder,
C#m
She wakes by the curtains, she knows
D
That the morning brings an ending to our love
A
And the window it shakes
C#m
With a silence that grows
A E Bm
Oh it hurts her but she's never never known
E
Oh it's not that bad
Bm
When she goes
E Bm
'Cause she sings my name like it's a sad, sad song
E
Oh it's not that bad when she's away
That bad when she’s away
That bad when she’s away
Bm
She knows my name
F#m
She knows my name
E
She knows it well
Bm
And she knows my face
C#m
And she knows my face
A
More than herself
Bm
But I wish her well
F#m
I wish her well
E
I wish her well
Bm
I wish her well
{ A, F#m, C#m, E }
A
Here in the morning
F#m C#m
She wakes without warning, she cries,
"Oh, I love
Oh, I love
E
Oh, I love
Oh, I love you dear!"
A F#m C#m
And this widow of old past insidious hearts
E Bm
Well she screams a lot and cries to be alone
E
So it's not that bad
Bm
When she goes
E Bm
’Cause she sings my name like it's a sad, sad song
E
Oh it's not that bad when she's away
That bad when she's away
Bm
She knows my name,
F#m
She knows my name,
E
She knows it well
Bm
And she knows my face,
F#m
she knows my face,
C#m
More than herself
Bm
But I wish her well
F#m
I wish her well
E
I wish her well
Bm
I wish her well
I wish her well
F#m
I wish her well
I wish her well
C#m
Sometimes she stalks and moans
F#m
Like a ghost
C#m
And the way she throws her words
Bm
Well they hurt me to the bones
E
They weigh me down like stones
A
Here, in the evening,
C#m
My words are deceiving and cold
A
And oh, with a wonder,
F#m C#m
Our hearts torn asunder it shows
E Bm
That her love was just an excuse to be loved
E
So it's not that bad
Bm
When she goes
E Bm
'Cause she sings my name like it's a sad, sad song
E
Oh it's not that bad
Bm
When she goes
E Bm E
'Cause she sings my name like it's a sad, sad song
Bm E
A sad song
Bm E
A sad song
Bm E
A sad song
Bm E
Oh Ooooooooh
Bm E
Oh Ooooooooh
Bm E
Oh Ooooooooh
Bm E
Oh Ooooooooh
Now with a wonder,
C#m
She wakes by the curtains, she knows
D
That the morning brings an ending to our love
A
And the window it shakes
C#m
With a silence that grows
A E Bm
Oh it hurts her but she's never never known
E
Oh it's not that bad
Bm
When she goes
E Bm
'Cause she sings my name like it's a sad, sad song
E
Oh it's not that bad when she's away
That bad when she’s away
That bad when she’s away
Bm
She knows my name
F#m
She knows my name
E
She knows it well
Bm
And she knows my face
C#m
And she knows my face
A
More than herself
Bm
But I wish her well
F#m
I wish her well
E
I wish her well
Bm
I wish her well
{ A, F#m, C#m, E }
A
Here in the morning
F#m C#m
She wakes without warning, she cries,
"Oh, I love
Oh, I love
E
Oh, I love
Oh, I love you dear!"
A F#m C#m
And this widow of old past insidious hearts
E Bm
Well she screams a lot and cries to be alone
E
So it's not that bad
Bm
When she goes
E Bm
’Cause she sings my name like it's a sad, sad song
E
Oh it's not that bad when she's away
That bad when she's away
Bm
She knows my name,
F#m
She knows my name,
E
She knows it well
Bm
And she knows my face,
F#m
she knows my face,
C#m
More than herself
Bm
But I wish her well
F#m
I wish her well
E
I wish her well
Bm
I wish her well
I wish her well
F#m
I wish her well
I wish her well
C#m
Sometimes she stalks and moans
F#m
Like a ghost
C#m
And the way she throws her words
Bm
Well they hurt me to the bones
E
They weigh me down like stones
A
Here, in the evening,
C#m
My words are deceiving and cold
A
And oh, with a wonder,
F#m C#m
Our hearts torn asunder it shows
E Bm
That her love was just an excuse to be loved
E
So it's not that bad
Bm
When she goes
E Bm
'Cause she sings my name like it's a sad, sad song
E
Oh it's not that bad
Bm
When she goes
E Bm E
'Cause she sings my name like it's a sad, sad song
Bm E
A sad song
Bm E
A sad song
Bm E
A sad song
Bm E
Oh Ooooooooh
Bm E
Oh Ooooooooh
Bm E
Oh Ooooooooh
Bm E
Oh Ooooooooh
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