Biografía:
A pesar de ser un grupo bastante joven, The Leisure Society no son un grupo de chiquillos, todos los músicos llevan años tocando en varios grupos del underground musical británico. Los origenes de la banda se remontan al primer esfuerzo de Nick Hemming por crear su propio grupo con Paddy Considine (inolvidable en el papel de Rob, el manager de Joy Division en 24 Party People) y Shane Meadows (director de This is England o Dead Man's Shoes) en su ciudad natal Burton-Upon-Trent.
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Otras canciones:
- A Softer Voice Takes Longer Hearing
- Another Sunday Psalm
- Better Written Off Than Written Down
- Dust On The Dancefloor
- Everyone Understands
- Fight For Everyone
- Forever Shall We Wait
- If God Did Give Me A Choice
- Save It For Someone Who Cares
- Tall Black Cabins
- The Fine Art Of Hanging On
- The Sober Scent Of Paper
- The Undefeated Ego
- We Were Wasted
¡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!
Capo 3
A
The tide behind the eyes that never shut
The restless legs that never loosen up
F#m A
Oh the sweet smell of the blood
F#m A E
Though the heart aches she was not made to love
A E A
Another summer wasted on a boy
A
When shadows leech the colour from your skin
And team by team we split and start again
F#m A
Let the old, cracked mirror-ball
F#m A E
Spread the spotlight from the bar to the door
A E A
And visualise the roles you never played
Chorus:
E F#m
Brave words die on your lips
A D E
In the wake of relationships
F#m
Eternal passers by
A D E
With the reek of repeat on our hides
D C#m Bm D
But we're reaching out from every fall
Am
Relief
G
Beneath
E A
The dust on the dancefloor
A
Reflecting now his life is where he sits
An epitaph falls flat between dry lips
F#m A
What a great day for demise
F#m A E
What a long road I have walked, just to die
A E A
To fall apart the way that people do
Chorus
A
The tide behind the eyes that never shut
The restless legs that never loosen up
F#m A
Oh the sweet smell of the blood
F#m A E
Though the heart aches she was not made to love
A E A
Another summer wasted on a boy
A
When shadows leech the colour from your skin
And team by team we split and start again
F#m A
Let the old, cracked mirror-ball
F#m A E
Spread the spotlight from the bar to the door
A E A
And visualise the roles you never played
Chorus:
E F#m
Brave words die on your lips
A D E
In the wake of relationships
F#m
Eternal passers by
A D E
With the reek of repeat on our hides
D C#m Bm D
But we're reaching out from every fall
Am
Relief
G
Beneath
E A
The dust on the dancefloor
A
Reflecting now his life is where he sits
An epitaph falls flat between dry lips
F#m A
What a great day for demise
F#m A E
What a long road I have walked, just to die
A E A
To fall apart the way that people do
Chorus
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