Biografía:
The National es una banda de post-punk revival/rock alternativo formada en 1999, entre amigos de Cincinnati, Ohio. Sus influencias van desde Bruce Springsteen a Tindersticks. La composición e interpretación de las letras de la banda pertenece a Matt Berninger en un distintivo y profundo tono de barítono. El resto de la banda comprende dos parejas de hermanos, Aaron y Bryce Dessner y Scott y Bryan Devendorf. Padma Newsome, perteneciente a una banda hermana
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Otras canciones:
- About Today (transposed)
- Bloodbuzz Ohio
- Conversation 16
- Exily Vilify
- Fake Empire
- I Need My Girl
- I Should Live In Salt
- Slipping Husband
- Slow Show
- Sorrow
- Start A War
- The Rains Of Castamere
- The System Only Dreams In Total Darkness
- This Is The Last Time
- Trophy Wife
- Lemonworld
- The Runaway
- Wasp Nest
- 29 Years
- 90 Mile Water Wall
- A Little Faith
- About Today
- Afraid Of Everyone
- All Dolled
- All The Wine
- American Mary
- Anna Freud
- Anyones Ghost
- Apartment Story
- Ashamed Of The Story I Told
- Available
- Baby Well Be Fine
- Bitters Absolut
- Born To Beg
- Brainy
- Cardinal Song
- Carin At The Liquor Store
- City Middle
- Cold Girl Fever
- Dark Side Of The Gym
- Daughters Of The Soho Riots
- Day I Die
- Demons
- Dont Swallow The Cap
- Driver Surprise Me
- Empire Line
- England
- Exile Vilify
- Fireproof
- Forever After Days
- Graceless
- Green Gloves
- Guest Room
- Guilty Party
- Hard To Find
- Heavenfaced
- Humiliation
- I Should Live In A Salt
- Ill Still Destroy You
- It Never Happened
- Karen
- Lean
- Learning
- Lit Up
- Looking For Astronauts
- Lucky You
- Mistaken For Strangers
- Mr November
- Murder Me Rachael
- Nobody Else Will Be There
- Patterns Of Fairytales
- Pay For Me
- Peggy
- Pink Rabbits
- Pretty Forever
- Reasonable Man I Dont Mind
- Rest Of Years
- Rylan
- Sailors In Your Mouth
- Santa Clara
- Sea Of Love
- Secret Meeting
- Sleep All Summer
- Sleep Well Beast
- Slipped
- So Far Around The Bend
- Sugar Wife
- Sunshine On My Back
- Tall Saint
- Terrible Love
- The Day I Die
- The Geese Of Beverly Road
- The Perfect Song
- The Thrilling Of Claire
- Theory Of The Crows
- Think You Can Wait
- Thirsty
- Turtleneck
- Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks
- Wake Up Your Saints
- Walk It Back
- Watching You Well
- Without Permission
- You Were A Kindness
- Youve Done It Again Virginia
¡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 National
Looking for Astronauts
Alligator
This is a tricky rhythm, so I suggest listening to the song and playing a long a few
to get it down.
Bm D Bm D Bm D
We're out looking for astronauts, looking for astronauts (x2)
Bm D Bm D Bm
It's a little too late, too late, for this
Bm D Bm D
Isn't it a little too late for this?
Bm D Bm D
Little too late, too late for this
Bm D Bm D
Isn't it a little too late for this?
G D Am D Am G D
You know you have a permanent piece of my medium-sized American heart
This pattern repeats throughout the rest of the song. Let me know what you think and
post any corrections you may have!
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
Are we gone?
Come on, yeah, we know we're gone
Bye bye bye
Bye bye bye, we know we're gone
Take all your reasons and take them away to the middle of nowhere, and on your way home
Throw from your window your record collection
They all run together and never make sense, but that's how we like it, and that's all we want
Something to cry for and something to hunt
Are we gone?
Come on, yeah, we know we're gone
Bye bye bye
Bye bye bye, we know we're gone
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
It's a little too late, too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this?
Little too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this?
You know you have a permanent piece
Of my medium-sized American heart
So don't wear the watch when you're out with the cunts
You can break what you have, but the rest of it's mine
Take all your reasons and take them away to the middle of nowhere, and on your way home
Throw from your window your record collection
They all run together and never make sense, but that's how we like it, and that's all we want
Something to cry for, and something to hunt
Looking for Astronauts
Alligator
This is a tricky rhythm, so I suggest listening to the song and playing a long a few
to get it down.
Bm D Bm D Bm D
We're out looking for astronauts, looking for astronauts (x2)
Bm D Bm D Bm
It's a little too late, too late, for this
Bm D Bm D
Isn't it a little too late for this?
Bm D Bm D
Little too late, too late for this
Bm D Bm D
Isn't it a little too late for this?
G D Am D Am G D
You know you have a permanent piece of my medium-sized American heart
This pattern repeats throughout the rest of the song. Let me know what you think and
post any corrections you may have!
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
Are we gone?
Come on, yeah, we know we're gone
Bye bye bye
Bye bye bye, we know we're gone
Take all your reasons and take them away to the middle of nowhere, and on your way home
Throw from your window your record collection
They all run together and never make sense, but that's how we like it, and that's all we want
Something to cry for and something to hunt
Are we gone?
Come on, yeah, we know we're gone
Bye bye bye
Bye bye bye, we know we're gone
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
It's a little too late, too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this?
Little too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this?
You know you have a permanent piece
Of my medium-sized American heart
So don't wear the watch when you're out with the cunts
You can break what you have, but the rest of it's mine
Take all your reasons and take them away to the middle of nowhere, and on your way home
Throw from your window your record collection
They all run together and never make sense, but that's how we like it, and that's all we want
Something to cry for, and something to hunt
The New Seekers
The New Vaudevil (...)
The Next Generat (...)
The Nightwatchma (...)
The Ninjas