Biografía:
The Milk Carton Kids es un dúo indie folk de Eagle Rock, California, formado por los guitarristas Kenneth Pattengale y Joey Ryan. El grupo se formó a principios de 2011. La banda ha grabado y editado tres discos: "Retrospect", "Prologue" y "The Ash & Clay". La banda es conocida por haber distribuido sus dos primeros álbumes de forma gratuita y por el uso de guitarras vintage: Ryan una Gibson J45 de 1951 y Pattengale una Martin 0-15 de 1954.
Su estilo recuerda al de Simon & Garfunkel
Read more on Last.fm
Otras canciones:
- Michigan
- A Sea Of Roses
- All The Things
- As It Must Be
- Asheville Skies
- Big Time
- Broken Headlights
- Freedom
- Getaway
- Girls Gather Round
- Hear Them Loud
- Heaven
- Honey Honey
- Hope Of A Lifetime
- I Still Want A Little More
- Lake Skaneateles
- Laredo
- Like A Cloak
- Maybe Its Time
- Memoires Of An Owned Dog
- Memphis
- Milk Carton Kid
- Monterey
- New York
- No Hammer To Hold
- Nothing Is Real
- On The Mend
- One Goodbye
- Permanent
- Poison Tree
- Promised Land
- Queen Jane
- Retrospect
- Rock Roller
- Secret Of The Stars
- Secrets Of The Stars
- Shooting Shadows
- Sing Sparrow Sing
- Snake Eyes
- Stealing Romance
- The Ash And Clay
- The Jewel Of June
- There By Your Side
- Trouble In These Parts
- Undress The World
- Whisper In Her Ear
- Years Gone By
- Younger Years
¡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!
The Milk Carton Kids - I Still Want a Little More
B A E
Did you ever think the earth would shake for me once more?
B A E
I want to see the sky light up over this city left for poor
C#m F# B
Everybody's screaming; no one here can ask what for
A B
And I just can't shake this feeling
A E B C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A E B C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
G# C#m B F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
A B E
But I still want a little more
B A E
Run the luck out of this town a bucking crown ain't no disguise
B A E
I'm left to stop the bleeding with a hope to re-a-lize
C#m F# B
My misery is teeming; my heart could be stealing yours
A B
And I just can't shake this feeling
A E B C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A E B C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
G# C#m B F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
A B E
But I still want a little more
{Solo} Same as Verse
A B
And I just can't shake this feeling
A E B C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A E B C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
G# C#m B F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
A B E
But I still want a little more
B A E
It's okay to tear the pictures from the frames that hold them still
B A E
Rattle all the cages, gather enemies on Capitol Hill
C#m F# B7
Yell at the sky, some kind of ideal bill
A B
And I just can't shake this feeling
A E B C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A E B C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
G# C#m B F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
A B C#m F#
But I still want a little more
A B E
Yeah I still want a little more
B A E
Did you ever think the earth would shake for me once more?
B A E
I want to see the sky light up over this city left for poor
C#m F# B
Everybody's screaming; no one here can ask what for
A B
And I just can't shake this feeling
A E B C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A E B C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
G# C#m B F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
A B E
But I still want a little more
B A E
Run the luck out of this town a bucking crown ain't no disguise
B A E
I'm left to stop the bleeding with a hope to re-a-lize
C#m F# B
My misery is teeming; my heart could be stealing yours
A B
And I just can't shake this feeling
A E B C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A E B C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
G# C#m B F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
A B E
But I still want a little more
{Solo} Same as Verse
A B
And I just can't shake this feeling
A E B C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A E B C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
G# C#m B F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
A B E
But I still want a little more
B A E
It's okay to tear the pictures from the frames that hold them still
B A E
Rattle all the cages, gather enemies on Capitol Hill
C#m F# B7
Yell at the sky, some kind of ideal bill
A B
And I just can't shake this feeling
A E B C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A E B C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
G# C#m B F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
A B C#m F#
But I still want a little more
A B E
Yeah I still want a little more
The Moldy Peache (...)
The Monkees
The Moody Blues
The Morning Bend (...)
The Morning Of