Biografía:
Brett Anderson fue el cantante de la mítica banda Suede, la primera gran banda del pop británico de los 90 había nacido y su líder -que aparecía como un sucesor de David Bowie o Morrissey- finalmente se convirtió en un crooner tan sofisticado y polémico como ser un rock star lo requería entonces. Y llegó muy lejos, aunque como el eslabón perdido del britpop: continuamente festejados, Damon Albarn, Jarvis Cocker y los hermanos Gallagher se llevaron los flashes en este tiempo.
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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!
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Outside the wind is raging
Blowing the wheatfields all away
And now the game is changing
And now the rules are thrown away
B
And the cards are turning
G#m
And my mouth is dry
E
As her dress is falling
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Before my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
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And now the hands are turning
And now the clocks are changing
Beauty is on the matress
Left in the patterns from her skin
And her clothes are falling
And her dress's mine
And her skin is holy
Like the sky, the sky, the sky
And our clothes are falling
And our mouths are dry
And our skin is falling
Like the sky, the sky, the sky
Outside the wind is raging
Blowing the wheatfields all away
And now the game is changing
And now the rules are thrown away
And now the rules are thrown away
And now the rules are thrown away
Away
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C# (main riff)
Outside the wind is raging
Blowing the wheatfields all away
And now the game is changing
And now the rules are thrown away
B
And the cards are turning
G#m
And my mouth is dry
E
As her dress is falling
F#
Before my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
C#
C#
And now the hands are turning
And now the clocks are changing
Beauty is on the matress
Left in the patterns from her skin
And her clothes are falling
And her dress's mine
And her skin is holy
Like the sky, the sky, the sky
And our clothes are falling
And our mouths are dry
And our skin is falling
Like the sky, the sky, the sky
Outside the wind is raging
Blowing the wheatfields all away
And now the game is changing
And now the rules are thrown away
And now the rules are thrown away
And now the rules are thrown away
Away
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