Biografía:
Tiny Ruins is the project of Bristol-born, New Zealand-raised musician and songwriter Hollie Fullbrook. It grew out of writing the music for fringe theatre productions whilst a student in Wellington, recording by four-track and playing at live music and poetry nights in 2007-2009. Samuel Prutton committed the first Tiny Ruins songs to record, in the form of rough demos.
Tiny Ruins’ live shows began to attract attention for soul-stirring, intimate performances and strange, hypnotic songs.
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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!
I play the chords this way :
Fm 133111
C 032010
Bbm 013321
Eb 065343
Ab 466544
Db 043121
Bb 688766
C7 035353
[Intro]
Fm C
[Verse 1]
Fm C
I found a school of design
Fm
It was in a wealthy town
Bbm
A river ran by
Eb Ab
It was empty, holidays, who knows
Db
But I went in
Bb Eb Fm
I was killing time
[Verse 2]
C
Moving through the halls
Fm Bbm
There was fresh paint wet on the walls
Eb Ab
Everything was white and all the clocks were
Db Bbm Eb
Well designed, all ticking in time,
[Chorus]
Ab C Fm Db Ab
And, I was struck by a feeling
C Fm Db
It's hard to describe
Ab C Fm Db Ab
The urge to bust through the ceiling
C Fm Db Ab
Raise glass to the sky
C7 Fm Db
Raise glass to the sky
C Fm Db C Db Fm Db C
Ooooh
[Verse 3]
Fm
C Fm
I found the archives
Bbm
At the school of design
Eb Ab
Crowded cabinets of books
Db
And so I went in
Bb Eb
I was killing time
[Verse 4]
Fm
C Fm
Turning pages frail with dust
Bbm
I couldn't help but smile
Eb Bb Ab Db
At the ideal shape and make up of things
Bbm Eb
Written like words divine
[Chorus]
Ab C Fm Db Ab
And, I was struck by a feeling
C Fm Db
It's hard to describe
Ab C Fm Db Ab
The urge to bust through the ceiling
C Fm Db Ab
Raise glass to the sky
C7 Fm Db
Raise glass to the sky
C Fm Db C Db Fm Db C
Ooooh
Fm 133111
C 032010
Bbm 013321
Eb 065343
Ab 466544
Db 043121
Bb 688766
C7 035353
[Intro]
Fm C
[Verse 1]
Fm C
I found a school of design
Fm
It was in a wealthy town
Bbm
A river ran by
Eb Ab
It was empty, holidays, who knows
Db
But I went in
Bb Eb Fm
I was killing time
[Verse 2]
C
Moving through the halls
Fm Bbm
There was fresh paint wet on the walls
Eb Ab
Everything was white and all the clocks were
Db Bbm Eb
Well designed, all ticking in time,
[Chorus]
Ab C Fm Db Ab
And, I was struck by a feeling
C Fm Db
It's hard to describe
Ab C Fm Db Ab
The urge to bust through the ceiling
C Fm Db Ab
Raise glass to the sky
C7 Fm Db
Raise glass to the sky
C Fm Db C Db Fm Db C
Ooooh
[Verse 3]
Fm
C Fm
I found the archives
Bbm
At the school of design
Eb Ab
Crowded cabinets of books
Db
And so I went in
Bb Eb
I was killing time
[Verse 4]
Fm
C Fm
Turning pages frail with dust
Bbm
I couldn't help but smile
Eb Bb Ab Db
At the ideal shape and make up of things
Bbm Eb
Written like words divine
[Chorus]
Ab C Fm Db Ab
And, I was struck by a feeling
C Fm Db
It's hard to describe
Ab C Fm Db Ab
The urge to bust through the ceiling
C Fm Db Ab
Raise glass to the sky
C7 Fm Db
Raise glass to the sky
C Fm Db C Db Fm Db C
Ooooh
Tipling Rock
Tippa-T
Tir Na Nog
Tiranos Del Nort (...)
tire le coyote