Biografía:
Frank Turner (nacido el 28 de Diciembre, de 1981) Es cantante y compositor ingles de folk.
Frank Turner fue el cantante de la banda punk inglesa llamada Millon Dead, la cual edito dos discos. En el 2005 la banda se separa y él empieza a hacer shows como solista.
Finalmente luego de algunos proyectos, edita su primer EP Campfire Punkrock en mayo del 2006. Su LP debut, Sleep is for the Week, fue lanzado a principios del 2007.
Después de una larga gira
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Otras canciones:
- 1933
- Be More Kind
- Blackout
- Dan's Song
- District Sleeps Alone Tonight
- Eulogy
- Fathers Day
- Get Better
- Glory Hallelujah
- I Am Disappeared
- I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous
- I Still Believe
- Long Live The Queen
- Lost
- Love 40 Down
- Love Ire And Song
- Make America Great Again
- Once We Were Anarchists
- Peggy Sang The Blues
- Photosynthesis
- Plain Sailing Weather
- Polaroid Picture
- Real Damage
- Reasons Not To Be An Idiot
- Recovery
- Sailors Boots
- Substitute
- The Ballad Of Me And My Friends
- The Next Storm
- The Road
- The Way I Tend To Be
- If Ever I Stray
- 21St Century Survival Blues
- 4 Simple Words
- A Love Worth Keeping
- After The Rush Hour
- Anymore
- Back To Sleep
- Ballad Of Steve
- Balthazar Impresario
- Barbara Allan
- Better Half
- Brave Face
- Broken Piano
- Build Me Up Buttercup
- Cleopatra In Brooklyn
- Common Ground
- Cowboy
- Dancing Queen
- Dans Song
- Demons
- Dont Worry
- English Curse
- Faithful Son
- Four Simple Words
- Front Crawl
- Get It Right
- Glorious You
- Glory Hallelujah Acoustic
- Going Nowhere
- Good And Gone
- Heart Of The Continent
- Heartless Bastard Motherfucker
- Hits And Mrs
- I Really Dont Care What You Did On Your Gap Year
- Isabel
- Jet Lag
- Josephine
- Journey Of The Magi
- Keira
- Least Of All Young Caroline
- Linoleum
- Little Aphrodite
- Little Changes
- Live Fast Die Old
- Longing For The Day
- Losing Days
- Mittens
- Mr Richards
- Must Try Harder
- My Kingdom For A Horse
- Nashville Tennessee
- Nights Become Days
- Oh Brother
- Old Flames
- One Foot Before The Other
- Our Lady Of The Campfire
- Out Of Breath
- Outdoor Type
- Pancho And Lefty
- Pay To Cum
- Plea From A Cat Named Virtute
- Poetry Of The Deed
- Practical Anarchist
- Present Tense
- Redemption
- Richard Divine
- Riot Song
- Rivers
- Rod Stewart
- Romantic Fatigue
- Sea Legs
- Silent Key
- Smiling At Strangers On Trains
- Something Of Freedom
- Song For Eva Mae
- Song For Josh
- Song To Bob
- Sons Of Liberty
- St Christopher Is Coming Home
- Sunday Nights
- Sunshine State
- Susannah
- Sweet Albion Blues
- Tattoos
- Tell Tale Signs
- Thatcher Fucked The Kids
- The Armadillo
- The Fastest Way Back Home
- The Fisher King Blues
- The Huntsman Comes A
- The Next Round
- The Opening Act Of Spring
- The Quiet One
- The Sand In The Gears
- The Slow Train
- There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
- There She Is
- Thunder Road
- To Absent Friends
- Try This At Home
- Undeveloped Film
- Vital Signs
- Wanderlust
- We Shall Not Overcome
- Wessex Boy
- Wisdom Teeth
- Worse Things Happen At Sea
¡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!
[Verse]
Bm
Would you pick your clothes up, put your clothes on,
Dm A
Pack your things and go?
B
I’m tired of sinking this low.
Bm D A
Awkward semi-naked coffee conversations fade, Quicker than mistakes that were made.
Bm D A
Mornings when I’m coming down, being driven round the bend,
C B
Make for days when I’m losing my friends
Em G A
For all the little things that I have done and cannot make amends.
[Chorus]
G D G A
Don’t you ever kind of wish that the world would just stop?
D G A
That the band would pack up and the curtain would drop?
D G A
I’ve been stuck inside the same old nights, the same old days off,
E G
And I need you now because I can’t get out of this.
[Verse]
Bm
Clean your mirrors, roll your notes out,
Dm A
Put your cards away.
B
That’s a game that I don’t want to play anymore.
Bm
My head is sore, my throat is raw, and what’s more
D A B
I’m fifty pounds down to feel empty and poor,
Em G A
Remembering the things that I believed when I was sober and sure.
[Chorus]
G D G A
Don’t you ever kind of wish that the world would just stop?
D G A
That the band would pack up and the curtain would drop?
D G A
I’ve been stuck inside the same old nights, the same old days off,
E G
And I need you now because I can’t get out of this.
[Bridge]
Bm C# D E
And I’m trying to speak straight,
G F#m A
But I’m drunk and I’m lonely and you won’t believe me,
Bm C# D E
And I’m trying to see straight,
G F#m E
But I’ve been up for days and it scares you away,
Bm C#m D E
And I’m trying to keep straight,
G
But I’d trade it all for just five minutes more
F#m E D A
Of your wandering hands with their simple demands that are
Em A
All the things I ever wanted, better than the powder and pills,
Em A
Honey, your all the things I ever needed, the only thing that doesn’t seem to kill,
C
That still makes me smile.
[Chorus]
G C D
So if I tell you all the little things that I think that I need,
G C D
Will you tell me how to tell the world from the woods from the trees?
G C D
Because I’ve been stuck inside my comforting familiar disease,
A C
And I need you now because I can’t get out,
A C
And all over Europe the lights are going out,
A C
And I’m pulling down the curtain, but every time I reach out
Em
You’re gone.
Bm
Would you pick your clothes up, put your clothes on,
Dm A
Pack your things and go?
B
I’m tired of sinking this low.
Bm D A
Awkward semi-naked coffee conversations fade, Quicker than mistakes that were made.
Bm D A
Mornings when I’m coming down, being driven round the bend,
C B
Make for days when I’m losing my friends
Em G A
For all the little things that I have done and cannot make amends.
[Chorus]
G D G A
Don’t you ever kind of wish that the world would just stop?
D G A
That the band would pack up and the curtain would drop?
D G A
I’ve been stuck inside the same old nights, the same old days off,
E G
And I need you now because I can’t get out of this.
[Verse]
Bm
Clean your mirrors, roll your notes out,
Dm A
Put your cards away.
B
That’s a game that I don’t want to play anymore.
Bm
My head is sore, my throat is raw, and what’s more
D A B
I’m fifty pounds down to feel empty and poor,
Em G A
Remembering the things that I believed when I was sober and sure.
[Chorus]
G D G A
Don’t you ever kind of wish that the world would just stop?
D G A
That the band would pack up and the curtain would drop?
D G A
I’ve been stuck inside the same old nights, the same old days off,
E G
And I need you now because I can’t get out of this.
[Bridge]
Bm C# D E
And I’m trying to speak straight,
G F#m A
But I’m drunk and I’m lonely and you won’t believe me,
Bm C# D E
And I’m trying to see straight,
G F#m E
But I’ve been up for days and it scares you away,
Bm C#m D E
And I’m trying to keep straight,
G
But I’d trade it all for just five minutes more
F#m E D A
Of your wandering hands with their simple demands that are
Em A
All the things I ever wanted, better than the powder and pills,
Em A
Honey, your all the things I ever needed, the only thing that doesn’t seem to kill,
C
That still makes me smile.
[Chorus]
G C D
So if I tell you all the little things that I think that I need,
G C D
Will you tell me how to tell the world from the woods from the trees?
G C D
Because I’ve been stuck inside my comforting familiar disease,
A C
And I need you now because I can’t get out,
A C
And all over Europe the lights are going out,
A C
And I’m pulling down the curtain, but every time I reach out
Em
You’re gone.
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