Biografía:
Abney park es una banda pionera en el estilo steampunk (estilo que consiste en mezclar música moderna con sonidos tradicionales)
La banda se fundo en el 1997 por el lider Robert Brown en Seattle, Estados Unidos. En su música utilizan elementos de industrial,rock gótico, electrónica y sonidos tradicionales de diferentes países del mundo. Cabe destacar el impresionante directo que tiene el grupo con bailarinas y actuaciones acrobáticas. Cuentan con 12 discos
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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!
Capo on sixth
Am Em
Dear Ophelia,
Am Em
I love you dear,
Am Em Am Em
I'm sorry that I haven't been here.
Am Em
Dear Ophelia,
Am Em
You know I'm hurt,
Am Em Am Em Am
It's been two whole months since he was laid in the dirt.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, I'm sorry that I lied,
Am Em Am Em
I really do mean to make you my bride
Am Em Am Em
We've been through this, I'll treat you well,
Am Em Am Em Am
I'm sorry I'm making your life a hell.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, your father thinks I'm mad,
Am Em Am Em
If truth be known, I think he'd be not glad,
Am Em
If my dear Ophelia,
Am Em
We were to wed,
Am Em Am Em Am
And I took you to our wedding bed.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, I know that he is dead,
Am Em Am Em
But what he told me last night lays on me like lead.
Am Em Am Em
In the orchard he lay sleeping, that's why he didn't hear,
Am Em Am Em Am
His brother crept up, and poured poison in his ear.
Am Em
Dear Ophelia,
Am Em
I love you dear,
Am Em Am Em
I'm sorry that I haven't been here.
Am Em
Dear Ophelia,
Am Em
You know I'm hurt,
Am Em Am Em Am
It's been two whole months since he was laid in the dirt.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, I'm sorry that I lied,
Am Em Am Em
I really do mean to make you my bride
Am Em Am Em
We've been through this, I'll treat you well,
Am Em Am Em Am
I'm sorry I'm making your life a hell.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, your father thinks I'm mad,
Am Em Am Em
If truth be known, I think he'd be not glad,
Am Em
If my dear Ophelia,
Am Em
We were to wed,
Am Em Am Em Am
And I took you to our wedding bed.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, I know that he is dead,
Am Em Am Em
But what he told me last night lays on me like lead.
Am Em Am Em
In the orchard he lay sleeping, that's why he didn't hear,
Am Em Am Em Am
His brother crept up, and poured poison in his ear.
Above Envy
Above the Golden (...)
Above Waves
Abra
Abra Moore