Biografía:
The Nadas are Iowa's signature alt-rock-country band, selling more than 125,000 albums through their own label, Authentic Records. They embarked on a new approach to recording with their upcoming seventh release, Almanac (March 2010), which was recorded over the last year completely in front of their fans through a live streaming video blog. The sound that developed out of that process was an alternative approach to the traditional pop tunes. Singers/guitarists Mike Butterworth and Jason Walsmith
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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!
Chords: C Dm F (I play in D Em G)
The Nadas - Hold On
You're stuck to the bust
It's steaming steaming
Pull back your hair
With half a picture of us
You're leaving leaving
You're only half way there
On a string around your neck
He's admiring my ring
Caught in a sidelong stare
Every minute you check
Without thinking thinking
To see if it's still there
It is and
Hold on, hold everything
I've stopped breathing
Hold on, hold on your little ring
I'll do anything... again
And you dance through my head
We're sinking sinking
Remember when I cared
You spilled your wine in my bed
We were drinking drinking
It's funny how we were paired here and
Peel yourself off the bus
I'm standing standing
Where you land
With half a picture of us
I'm mending mending
And you take my hand again
Hold on, hold everything
I've stopped breathing
Hold on, hold on your little ring
I'll do anything... again
The Nadas - Hold On
You're stuck to the bust
It's steaming steaming
Pull back your hair
With half a picture of us
You're leaving leaving
You're only half way there
On a string around your neck
He's admiring my ring
Caught in a sidelong stare
Every minute you check
Without thinking thinking
To see if it's still there
It is and
Hold on, hold everything
I've stopped breathing
Hold on, hold on your little ring
I'll do anything... again
And you dance through my head
We're sinking sinking
Remember when I cared
You spilled your wine in my bed
We were drinking drinking
It's funny how we were paired here and
Peel yourself off the bus
I'm standing standing
Where you land
With half a picture of us
I'm mending mending
And you take my hand again
Hold on, hold everything
I've stopped breathing
Hold on, hold on your little ring
I'll do anything... again
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