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!
'Wisdom Teeth' taken from 'Demo' and 'Sleep is for the Week'
Words and music by Frank Turner
Standard Tuning (EADGBe), Capo on 2nd
I've only tabbed the first instance of each chord sequence in the lyrics - the verses
all the same, the choruses ("Suddenly, well its as clear can be...") are all the same and
middle 8 ("And all the pretty little pictures...")has its own pattern. Its a very simple song.
EDIT: I don't know the names of what I've labelled as #1, #2 and #3. The chord shapes
100% right, but rather than leave the names incorrect, I've decided to change them. If
knows the names, tell me and I'll update this again.
Chords:
Am Cmaj7 #1 G
e|-----| e|--0--| e|--2--| e|--3--|
B|--1--| B|--0--| B|--3--| B|--3--|
G|--2--| G|--0--| G|--0--| G|--0--|
D|--2--| D|--2--| D|--0--| D|--0--|
A|--0--| A|--3--| A|--2--| A|--2--|
E|-----| E|-----| E|-----| E|--3--|
C #2 #3 B7 D
e|--0--| e|--3--| e|--3--| e|--2--| e|--2--|
B|--1--| B|--3--| B|--3--| B|--0--| B|--3--|
G|--0--| G|--0--| G|--0--| G|--2--| G|--2--|
D|--2--| D|--2--| D|--2--| D|--1--| D|--0--|
A|--3--| A|--3--| A|--2--| A|--2--| A|--0--|
E|-----| E|-----| E|--0--| E|-----| E|-----|
Lyrics:
Am
It's been 18 months since I kissed you once
Cmaj7
So just saying 'hi' just isn't gonna fly
#1
But give me a clue, and in a minute or two
#2
Then I might remember your name
And I hate to insist that I was really that pissed
But to tell the truth, in my flush of youth
I would drown my sights so that faces and nights
Seemed the same
And a nervous shrug and an awkward hug
Won’t get me out of the hole I’ve dug,
So I slip the noose with a poor excuse
And talk to someone, anyone else.
And I sit with my friends and I try to pretend
That I never did that sort of thing again,
But I’m lying
to myself.
G #2
And suddenly, well it’s as clear as clear could be:
#3 #2
I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be.
G #2
And though I always tried to live an honest life,
#3 #2
To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies.
I remember you, of course I do,
But I don’t recall how many times we’ve been through
This little game, that always ends the same,
With you sad and me far away.
And every time I repeat the line
That the fault’s not mine and I wasn’t unkind.
But the worst part is that I’ve got nothing else
to say.
And suddenly it’s as clear as clear could be:
I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be.
And though I always tried to live an honest life,
To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies.
B7 #3 D C
And all the pretty little pictures of faith and firm devotion
That I painted as a child,
B7 #3 D C
Well they have fallen by the wayside, along with all my puppy-fat,
But my days have taught me this:
B7 #3 D C
That every day I spend pretending that I always choose the right path
Is a day that I choose the wrong.
Oh yes my wisdom teeth have been giving me grief –
They woke me up to find that I’m exactly the kind of
Guy I said that I’d rather be dead than be
In the days before I got laid.
And suddenly it’s as clear as clear could be:
I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be.
And I always tried to live an honest life,
#3 D #2
To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies.
Words and music by Frank Turner
Standard Tuning (EADGBe), Capo on 2nd
I've only tabbed the first instance of each chord sequence in the lyrics - the verses
all the same, the choruses ("Suddenly, well its as clear can be...") are all the same and
middle 8 ("And all the pretty little pictures...")has its own pattern. Its a very simple song.
EDIT: I don't know the names of what I've labelled as #1, #2 and #3. The chord shapes
100% right, but rather than leave the names incorrect, I've decided to change them. If
knows the names, tell me and I'll update this again.
Chords:
Am Cmaj7 #1 G
e|-----| e|--0--| e|--2--| e|--3--|
B|--1--| B|--0--| B|--3--| B|--3--|
G|--2--| G|--0--| G|--0--| G|--0--|
D|--2--| D|--2--| D|--0--| D|--0--|
A|--0--| A|--3--| A|--2--| A|--2--|
E|-----| E|-----| E|-----| E|--3--|
C #2 #3 B7 D
e|--0--| e|--3--| e|--3--| e|--2--| e|--2--|
B|--1--| B|--3--| B|--3--| B|--0--| B|--3--|
G|--0--| G|--0--| G|--0--| G|--2--| G|--2--|
D|--2--| D|--2--| D|--2--| D|--1--| D|--0--|
A|--3--| A|--3--| A|--2--| A|--2--| A|--0--|
E|-----| E|-----| E|--0--| E|-----| E|-----|
Lyrics:
Am
It's been 18 months since I kissed you once
Cmaj7
So just saying 'hi' just isn't gonna fly
#1
But give me a clue, and in a minute or two
#2
Then I might remember your name
And I hate to insist that I was really that pissed
But to tell the truth, in my flush of youth
I would drown my sights so that faces and nights
Seemed the same
And a nervous shrug and an awkward hug
Won’t get me out of the hole I’ve dug,
So I slip the noose with a poor excuse
And talk to someone, anyone else.
And I sit with my friends and I try to pretend
That I never did that sort of thing again,
But I’m lying
to myself.
G #2
And suddenly, well it’s as clear as clear could be:
#3 #2
I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be.
G #2
And though I always tried to live an honest life,
#3 #2
To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies.
I remember you, of course I do,
But I don’t recall how many times we’ve been through
This little game, that always ends the same,
With you sad and me far away.
And every time I repeat the line
That the fault’s not mine and I wasn’t unkind.
But the worst part is that I’ve got nothing else
to say.
And suddenly it’s as clear as clear could be:
I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be.
And though I always tried to live an honest life,
To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies.
B7 #3 D C
And all the pretty little pictures of faith and firm devotion
That I painted as a child,
B7 #3 D C
Well they have fallen by the wayside, along with all my puppy-fat,
But my days have taught me this:
B7 #3 D C
That every day I spend pretending that I always choose the right path
Is a day that I choose the wrong.
Oh yes my wisdom teeth have been giving me grief –
They woke me up to find that I’m exactly the kind of
Guy I said that I’d rather be dead than be
In the days before I got laid.
And suddenly it’s as clear as clear could be:
I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be.
And I always tried to live an honest life,
#3 D #2
To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies.
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