Biografía:
The Park Bench Rant is an Indie rock solo project of Jon Caswell from Sarasota, Florida. The band was created in 2000 by Caswell. In early 2006 Caswell began using his current moniker "spinnaker" however the project remains virtually unchanged.
2 EPS were released. Ships e.p. 2004 & Strange Nights e.p. 2005
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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!
Spinnaker (The Park Bench Rant)
Hey Blue Eyes
Tabbed by Zack Richardson
Intro- C
C
I heard your voice in some white noise.
G
I was quite convinced. It was your ghost.
C
Cause tonight I saw an ambulance
G
And I worried that you might be in the back.
C
So I snuck down to your fucking street.
G
Stared in your window like a fucking creep.
Am C G
Hey blue eyes. Are you sleeping tonight?
Am C G
Hey blue eyes. How are you sleeping tonight?
G C
I thought that I could save myself with rock and roll
G
And its all rock and roll to me baby.
C
So now I’m working in the morning.
My hips are causing train wrecks.
G
My sheets smell of bad sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
C
Well these strange nights are killing me.
G C
So today I smoked a pack of French cigarettes.
G
My dear, I had some things I’d like to forget.
C
I got a call at midnight
G C
Saying something was going down on 9th street
G C
I had hoped it was a riot. It was a party
G C G
And I’m sure you were there laughing and smiling and carrying on.
Am C G
Hey blue eyes. Are you sleeping tonight?
Am C G
Hey blue eyes. Please come home tonight.
Am C G
Swallow your pride. Please come home tonight.
C G
I know my room is smelling like a dive bar
C
But these songs I cant play anymore
G C
Hang over me like Damocles.
C
Please come home tonight.
Hey Blue Eyes
Tabbed by Zack Richardson
Intro- C
C
I heard your voice in some white noise.
G
I was quite convinced. It was your ghost.
C
Cause tonight I saw an ambulance
G
And I worried that you might be in the back.
C
So I snuck down to your fucking street.
G
Stared in your window like a fucking creep.
Am C G
Hey blue eyes. Are you sleeping tonight?
Am C G
Hey blue eyes. How are you sleeping tonight?
G C
I thought that I could save myself with rock and roll
G
And its all rock and roll to me baby.
C
So now I’m working in the morning.
My hips are causing train wrecks.
G
My sheets smell of bad sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
C
Well these strange nights are killing me.
G C
So today I smoked a pack of French cigarettes.
G
My dear, I had some things I’d like to forget.
C
I got a call at midnight
G C
Saying something was going down on 9th street
G C
I had hoped it was a riot. It was a party
G C G
And I’m sure you were there laughing and smiling and carrying on.
Am C G
Hey blue eyes. Are you sleeping tonight?
Am C G
Hey blue eyes. Please come home tonight.
Am C G
Swallow your pride. Please come home tonight.
C G
I know my room is smelling like a dive bar
C
But these songs I cant play anymore
G C
Hang over me like Damocles.
C
Please come home tonight.
The Phoenix Foun (...)
The Pierces
The Pigeon Detec (...)
The Piligrim
The Pillows