Biografía:
Arms is the name of at least 2 artists:
1) a mathcore band from Orlando, Florida:
http://facebook.com/armsfl/
https://armsfl.bandcamp.com
2) an indie folk artist:
"I was exhausted," says Todd Goldstein, reflecting on the years since the release of his band ARMS’ lush, ambitious 2011 album, Summer Skills. “I put everything I had into that album—creatively, emotionally—I had nothing left in me." After spending his mid-20s playing guitar
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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!
This is how I play the song.Lyrics are my own guesses.
Suggestions and corrections welcome!
[Intro]
G7 B7 Em
e|-------------------------------|
B|----8------12------5-----------|
G|-------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------| / x2
A|-------------------------------| /
E|-------------------------------| /
[Verse 1]
G7
How’d it get so late
B7 Em
There’s darkness everywhere you look
G7
Screaming past the turnstiles
B7 Em
Rippling through the neighborhood
G7 F
Forget about the whispers and the screams
C
And taking all, all the logic of a dream
G7 F
And know that things are never what they seem
C
But tell that to
Em Dm C
That weird old heart of mine
Em Dm Em
That weird old heart of mine
F C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
[Verse 2]
G7
I have heard the sirens
B7 Em
Singing softly each to each
G7
So intent on something
B7 Em
Always hovering out of reach
G7 F
You slay ‘em with your kindness and your style
C
You make them weak, you leave them dancing in the aisles
G7 F
You'll keep ‘em with the sadness in your smile
C
And your tune
Em Dm C
A bleary lullaby
Em Dm Em F C Em
A bleary lullaby
F C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
[Verse 3]
G7 F
Crying out in pleasure or in pain
C
Where we are, oh they largely sound the same
G7 F
Commotion at the edges of the frame
C
Oh a luminous transmission at the far end of the dial
G7
And the city full of strangers
F C
It’ll make this brittle time worthwhile
Em Dm C
Till we cross that finish line
Em Dm C
Till you cross that finish line
Em Dm C Am
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
Suggestions and corrections welcome!
[Intro]
G7 B7 Em
e|-------------------------------|
B|----8------12------5-----------|
G|-------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------| / x2
A|-------------------------------| /
E|-------------------------------| /
[Verse 1]
G7
How’d it get so late
B7 Em
There’s darkness everywhere you look
G7
Screaming past the turnstiles
B7 Em
Rippling through the neighborhood
G7 F
Forget about the whispers and the screams
C
And taking all, all the logic of a dream
G7 F
And know that things are never what they seem
C
But tell that to
Em Dm C
That weird old heart of mine
Em Dm Em
That weird old heart of mine
F C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
[Verse 2]
G7
I have heard the sirens
B7 Em
Singing softly each to each
G7
So intent on something
B7 Em
Always hovering out of reach
G7 F
You slay ‘em with your kindness and your style
C
You make them weak, you leave them dancing in the aisles
G7 F
You'll keep ‘em with the sadness in your smile
C
And your tune
Em Dm C
A bleary lullaby
Em Dm Em F C Em
A bleary lullaby
F C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
[Verse 3]
G7 F
Crying out in pleasure or in pain
C
Where we are, oh they largely sound the same
G7 F
Commotion at the edges of the frame
C
Oh a luminous transmission at the far end of the dial
G7
And the city full of strangers
F C
It’ll make this brittle time worthwhile
Em Dm C
Till we cross that finish line
Em Dm C
Till you cross that finish line
Em Dm C Am
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
Army of Anyone
Army of Bones
Army of Freshmen
Army of Lovers
Army of Me