Biografía:
The Films es una banda de indie rock,pop americana. La banda es originaria de Charleston, Sur de California, Estados Unidos. Esta compuesta por Michael Trent, Kenneth Harris, Jacob Sinclair y Adam Blake, quienes se conocieron en la secundaria y produjeron el EP Being Bored en el 2007.
El mismo año lanzaron su album debut Don't Dance Rattlesnak el cual les dio seguidores en Japón y Alemania. Su siguiente álbum Oh, Scorpio fue lanzado in 2009.
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Otras canciones:
- Something Familiar
- Amateur Hour
- Being Bored
- Belt Loops
- Black Shoes
- Bodybag
- Come On
- Completely Replaceable
- Fingernails For Breakfast
- God Bless Your Heart
- Good Day
- Here We Go
- Hold On To Me Tight
- Holiday
- Holliewould Getaway
- Its Christmas Whats The Difference
- Jealousy
- Me And The Theif
- Number 1
- Pour It Out
- Strange Hands
¡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!
"Holiday"
by The Films
'Oh, Scorpio'
C Am F G x2
C Am
It's good to go away for the summer, it's good to lie awake all night
F G
I got this real bad habit of setting up camp where the lightning strikes
C Am
Why don't you sit me down in the kitchen, why don't you tell me cut my hair
F G
Why don't you stop looking thru the mirror wearing out that far off stare
F G Em Am F G
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
F G Em
These people get so mean when they grind you through the gears of the big machine
C Am
C Am
I've seen a little too much high way, I drank a little too much wine
F G
I've kept too many deep dark secrets that sooner or later wear out my mind
C Am
I've got an unclear destination, I've been an irresponsible son
F G
I should have seen it coming I get all wound up and then I pop like a gun
F G Em Am F G
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
F G Em
I don't want to make no scene I'm just looking for another dirty way to get clean
C Am F G
C Am F G
F G Em Am F G
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, ooh
F G Em Am C
As silly as it seems I'm just looking for another dirty way to get clean
by The Films
'Oh, Scorpio'
C Am F G x2
C Am
It's good to go away for the summer, it's good to lie awake all night
F G
I got this real bad habit of setting up camp where the lightning strikes
C Am
Why don't you sit me down in the kitchen, why don't you tell me cut my hair
F G
Why don't you stop looking thru the mirror wearing out that far off stare
F G Em Am F G
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
F G Em
These people get so mean when they grind you through the gears of the big machine
C Am
C Am
I've seen a little too much high way, I drank a little too much wine
F G
I've kept too many deep dark secrets that sooner or later wear out my mind
C Am
I've got an unclear destination, I've been an irresponsible son
F G
I should have seen it coming I get all wound up and then I pop like a gun
F G Em Am F G
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
F G Em
I don't want to make no scene I'm just looking for another dirty way to get clean
C Am F G
C Am F G
F G Em Am F G
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
C Am G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, ooh
F G Em Am C
As silly as it seems I'm just looking for another dirty way to get clean
The Flower King
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The Flys
The Football Clu (...)
The Forecast