Biografía:
Band of Horses, conocidos en sus primeros días simplemente como Horses, son un grupo de indie rock originario de la ciudad de Seattle en los Estados Unidos.
Band of Horses fue creado por Ben Bridwell (guitarra, voz) y Mat Brooke (guitarra) en el 2004 después de que su grupo anterior, Carissa's Wierd se desintegrara. El grupo atrajo inicialmente la atención de la discográfica Sub Pop después de haber teloneado a Iron & Wine, en sus presentaciones en el área de Seattle.
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Otras canciones:
- 13 Months In 6 Minutes
- Cigarettes Wedding Bands
- Detlef Schrempf
- Infinite Arms
- Is There A Ghost
- Monsters
- Neighbor
- No One's Gonna Love You
- Part One
- Part One (savannah)
- Saint Augustine
- The Funeral
- The General Specific
- Weed Party
- Wicked Gil
- No One’s Gonna Love You
- A Little Biblical
- A Song For You
- Act Together
- Barrel House
- Blue Beard
- Casual Party
- Compliments
- Country Teen
- Detlef Shrempf
- Dilly
- Dull Times The Moon
- Dumpster World
- Electric Music
- Evening Kitchen
- Everythings Gonna Be Undone
- Factory
- Feud
- For Annabelle
- Great Salt Lake
- Hag
- Heartbreak On The 101
- How To Live
- I Go To The Barn Because I Like The
- I Lost My Dingle On The Red Line
- In A Drawer
- Laredo
- Life On Earth
- Long Vows
- Lying Under Oak
- Marry Song
- No Ones Gonna Love You
- Nw Apt
- Ode To Lrc
- Older
- On My Way Back Home
- Our Swords
- Reillys Dream
- Rellys Dream
- Shut
- Slow Cruel Hands Of Time
- Solemn Oath
- St Augustine
- The First Song
- The Great Salt Lake
- Throw My Mess
- Whatever Wherever
- Window Blues
¡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!
Intro:
F#m E C#m D Bm
A Bm
The binding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to row
A Bm
Two hours later I’m back in my neighborhood where everything just stopped
A Bm
It still looks the same they remember my name stepping in for a cupful
A Bm
There’s a big city man I used to rumble with him back in high school
D C#m Bm
The slow cruel hands of time
D C#m Bm
Turn you into molten lava oh my
A Bm
A place on the right you can stop for awhile, look out for the policeman
A Bm
There’s no street lamps, only three buildings and one of them’s vacant
A Bm
It’s taken all day, the pack’s feeling heavy and soon the night
A Bm
Backwards down the mountain the axle is grinding pulling into the wrong drive
D C#m Bm
The sky is in the yard,
D C#m Bm
Stringy cotton candy is the fog
F#m E C#m D
The slow climb, the hard fall
F#m E C#m D
Sometime’s I don’t want it at all
Bm E C#m D
I’ve done this so long, it’s something I ought to know
Bm A
So long
Instumental Break: A Bm (x2)
A Bm
Finally up, all the peace is disrupted and the birds fly
A Bm
Trapped for a moment, the sheriff’s department got the wrong guy
D C#m Bm
The town’s revealed below
D C#m Bm
Visible wind through the fog
D C#m Bm
The slow cruel hands of time
D C#m Bm
Turning you back into a child
F#m E C#m D Bm
(End on) A
F#m E C#m D Bm
A Bm
The binding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to row
A Bm
Two hours later I’m back in my neighborhood where everything just stopped
A Bm
It still looks the same they remember my name stepping in for a cupful
A Bm
There’s a big city man I used to rumble with him back in high school
D C#m Bm
The slow cruel hands of time
D C#m Bm
Turn you into molten lava oh my
A Bm
A place on the right you can stop for awhile, look out for the policeman
A Bm
There’s no street lamps, only three buildings and one of them’s vacant
A Bm
It’s taken all day, the pack’s feeling heavy and soon the night
A Bm
Backwards down the mountain the axle is grinding pulling into the wrong drive
D C#m Bm
The sky is in the yard,
D C#m Bm
Stringy cotton candy is the fog
F#m E C#m D
The slow climb, the hard fall
F#m E C#m D
Sometime’s I don’t want it at all
Bm E C#m D
I’ve done this so long, it’s something I ought to know
Bm A
So long
Instumental Break: A Bm (x2)
A Bm
Finally up, all the peace is disrupted and the birds fly
A Bm
Trapped for a moment, the sheriff’s department got the wrong guy
D C#m Bm
The town’s revealed below
D C#m Bm
Visible wind through the fog
D C#m Bm
The slow cruel hands of time
D C#m Bm
Turning you back into a child
F#m E C#m D Bm
(End on) A
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