Biografía:
The Police surge en Londres en 1977, año de crispación, delincuencia y paro en el Reino Unido, causas del malestar social que hizo a la juventud comenzar a adorar a cuatro chavales que gritaban, despotricaban contra la monarquía y bebían mucha cerveza (y se metían lo que no era cerveza), Los Sex Pistols. En pleno auge del movimiento punk, en el que el virtuosismo instrumental y las letras carentes de insultos y política estaban relegados a un segundo plano, eran las bandas realmente buenas las que salían adelante.
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Otras canciones:
- Bombs Away
- Bring On The Night
- Can't Stand Losing You
- De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
- Dead End Job
- Dont Stand So Close To Me
- Every Breath You Take
- Invisible Sun
- King Of Pain
- Landlord
- Message In A Bottle
- Miss Gradenko
- Next To You
- Roxanne
- So Lonely
- Tea In The Sahara
- Truth Hits Everybody
- Walking On The Moon
- Wrapped Around Your Finger
- Born In The 50S
- Canary In A Coalmine
- Cant Stand Losing You
- Contact
- Deathwish
- Does Everyone Stare
- Driven To Tears
- Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
- I Burn For You
- Im Sorry Babe
- Its Alright For You
- Man In A Suitcase
- No Time This Time
- On Any Other Day
- One World Not Three
- Peanuts
- Someone To Talk To
- Synchronicity Ii
- The Beds Too Big Without You
- Truth Hits Everyody
- When The World Is Running Down
¡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!
Synchronicity II - The Police
F#4/m G6-D
A C#m G*(355000)-D*(057700) G*-D*
Another suburban family morning.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
Grandmother screaming at the wall.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
We can't hear anything at all.
A Bm*(004230) B7*(004240) Bm*(004230)
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
A Bm* B7* Bm*
But we know all her suicides are fake.
Dm7*(…565) Dm6*(…465) Dm7* Dm6*
Daddy only stares into the distance
Dm7* Dm6* D*-E* D*-E*
There's only so much more that he can take.
Am F7+ G6 Bb7+*(003230)
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
E F*(033200) E G6-D
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
A C#m G*(355000)-D*(057700) G*-D*
Another industrial ugly morning
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
The factory belches filth into the sky.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
He doesn't think to wonder why.
A Bm*(004230) B7*(004240) Bm*(004230)
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
A Bm* B7* Bm*
But all he ever thinks to do is watch.
Dm7*(…565) Dm6*(…465) Dm7* Dm6*
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Dm7* Dm6* D*-E* D*-E*
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
Am F7+ G6 Bb7+*(003230)
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
E F*(033200) E
Of a dark Scottish lake.
F# (4)
G6-D
A C#m G*(355000)-D*(057700) G*-D*
Another working day has ended.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
Only the rush hour hell to face.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
Contestants in a suicidal race.
A Bm*(004230) B7*(004240) Bm*(004230)
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,
A Bm*(004230) B7*(004240) Bm*(004230)
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
Dm7*(…565) Dm6*(…465) Dm7* Dm6*
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights,
Dm7* Dm6* D*-E* D*-E*
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.
Am F7+ G6 Bb7+*(003230)
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
E F*(033200) G*(055400) Dm7
Of a cottage on the shore of a dark
E F*(033200) G*(055400) Dm7
Scottish lake
E F*(033200) G*(055400) Dm7
Many miles away
F#4/m G6-D
A C#m G*(355000)-D*(057700) G*-D*
Another suburban family morning.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
Grandmother screaming at the wall.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
We can't hear anything at all.
A Bm*(004230) B7*(004240) Bm*(004230)
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
A Bm* B7* Bm*
But we know all her suicides are fake.
Dm7*(…565) Dm6*(…465) Dm7* Dm6*
Daddy only stares into the distance
Dm7* Dm6* D*-E* D*-E*
There's only so much more that he can take.
Am F7+ G6 Bb7+*(003230)
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
E F*(033200) E G6-D
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
A C#m G*(355000)-D*(057700) G*-D*
Another industrial ugly morning
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
The factory belches filth into the sky.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
He doesn't think to wonder why.
A Bm*(004230) B7*(004240) Bm*(004230)
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
A Bm* B7* Bm*
But all he ever thinks to do is watch.
Dm7*(…565) Dm6*(…465) Dm7* Dm6*
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Dm7* Dm6* D*-E* D*-E*
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
Am F7+ G6 Bb7+*(003230)
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
E F*(033200) E
Of a dark Scottish lake.
F# (4)
G6-D
A C#m G*(355000)-D*(057700) G*-D*
Another working day has ended.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
Only the rush hour hell to face.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes.
A C#m7 G*-D* G*-D*
Contestants in a suicidal race.
A Bm*(004230) B7*(004240) Bm*(004230)
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,
A Bm*(004230) B7*(004240) Bm*(004230)
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
Dm7*(…565) Dm6*(…465) Dm7* Dm6*
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights,
Dm7* Dm6* D*-E* D*-E*
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.
Am F7+ G6 Bb7+*(003230)
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
E F*(033200) G*(055400) Dm7
Of a cottage on the shore of a dark
E F*(033200) G*(055400) Dm7
Scottish lake
E F*(033200) G*(055400) Dm7
Many miles away
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