Biografía:
Freelance Whales es una banda de indie rock proveniente de Queens, Nueva York, que consiste en el líder Judah Dadone y sus compañeros de banda Nicole Mourelatos alias Doris Flynn Cellar, Chuck Criss, Jacob Hyman y Kevin Read
Freelance Whales se reunieron en 2008, después de conectar a través de Craigslist y amigos-de-amigos. El álbum debut de la banda, "Weathervanes" fue compuesto en gran parte por el líder Judah Dadone, las letras se basan en una combinación de recuerdos de la infancia y el sueño diario.
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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!
Pretty easy song, two chords back and forth over and over again.
Verses:
G
And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to
Only told to stay away
Bm7
I almost had an accident at age 6
When I found the key in the attic
G
And now the smell of these wood frames
Is the only sense I've left
Bm7
So as you pull me from the bed
Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous
G Bm7 A few times
G
And since you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
And tell the man in the black cloak
Bm7
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
With those latin conjugations
G
And if it's all the same to them
You should tell your gathering friends
Bm7
Please not to purse their faces grim
On such a lovely sunday
Chorus:
G
Don't fix my smile, life is long enough
Bm7
We will put this flesh into the ground again
Repeat chorus as needed
Verses:
G
And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to
Only told to stay away
Bm7
I almost had an accident at age 6
When I found the key in the attic
G
And now the smell of these wood frames
Is the only sense I've left
Bm7
So as you pull me from the bed
Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous
G Bm7 A few times
G
And since you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
And tell the man in the black cloak
Bm7
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
With those latin conjugations
G
And if it's all the same to them
You should tell your gathering friends
Bm7
Please not to purse their faces grim
On such a lovely sunday
Chorus:
G
Don't fix my smile, life is long enough
Bm7
We will put this flesh into the ground again
Repeat chorus as needed
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Frere Jacques So (...)
Fréro Del (...)
Fresno
Freundeskreis
Frrozen
Fruit Bats
Ft Island
Ft. Sia
Fuat Saka