Biografía:
Glass Animals es el proyecto musical de indie rock experimental de cuatro amigos ingleses originales de Oxford que se conocieron a los trece años mientras estudiaban y que con influencias del pop, electrónica, Animal Collective, Flying Lotus, Burial y el trip-hop logran crear atmósferas ''salvajes'' de selvas oscuras y misteriosas junto con la voz sensible y callada de su vocalista. Ellos mismos describen su música como un ''suspiro de un unicornio con influencias del R&B y la electrónica psicodélica''.
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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!
[Intro]
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------3s5r3-------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|------4-----------4---------7---------------------------------------7--------9---|
D|--------------------------7---7----down---down--up------down------7--------9-----|
A|----2-----------2------5---------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------5---------5--------7--------|
Bm A E
D Em D
When I was a boy I lived on Poplar St
D Em D
Just a little child with plasters on my knees
D Em D
Watching all the world from high up in the trees
D Em D F# G
I saw Mrs Moore sleep around with Mr Keats
[Chorus]
Bm D
I feel like a new man
Bm D
Red flowers in my bed
Bm D
Breathe straight through the crisp air
Bm D
Dead flowers in the sand
Bm
I am a true romantic
D
Free falling love addict
Bm
I am a true romantic
G
Free falling love addict, yeah
[Verse 2]
D E Bm F#
Mama always called that woman prosti-tits
F# G
For wearing lower cuts than most and red lipstick
G Em G
One night Mrs Moore she made her eyes at me
Em E F#
Pulled me through her door and stuck her teeth in deep
[Chorus]
Bm D
I feel like a new man
Bm D
Red flowers in my bed
Bm
Breathe straight through the crisp air
F# G
Dead flowers in the sand
Bm
I am a true romantic
Em
Free falling love addict
Bm
I am a true romantic
F# G
Free falling love addict, yeah
[Bridge]
F# Bm
And all your days are gone
G
Sitting on the floor
Em
In your underwear
F#
Begging me for more
Bm
And all my days are gone
G
Sitting on the floor
Em
In my underwear
F#
Begging you for more
[Chorus]
Bm
I am a true romantic
D
Free falling love addict
Bm
I am a true romantic
Bm G
Free falling love addict, yeah
[Outro]
A Bm
Just another boy who lived on Poplar St
A Bm
Tangled up in lust and her exotic needs
A Bm
One night Mrs Moore she called collect to me
A Bm
I don't love you anymore she said and ceased to be
************************************
| x Dead note
| g Grace note
| (n) Ghost note
| h Hammer-on
| p Pull-off
| r Release
| > Accented note
| t Tapping
| b Bend
| br Bend release
| pb Pre-bend
| pbr Pre-bend release
| / Slide up
| Slide down
| ~ Vibrato
| s Slap
| P Pop
| PM Palm mute
| TR Trill
| N Tremolo
************************************
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------3s5r3-------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|------4-----------4---------7---------------------------------------7--------9---|
D|--------------------------7---7----down---down--up------down------7--------9-----|
A|----2-----------2------5---------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------5---------5--------7--------|
Bm A E
D Em D
When I was a boy I lived on Poplar St
D Em D
Just a little child with plasters on my knees
D Em D
Watching all the world from high up in the trees
D Em D F# G
I saw Mrs Moore sleep around with Mr Keats
[Chorus]
Bm D
I feel like a new man
Bm D
Red flowers in my bed
Bm D
Breathe straight through the crisp air
Bm D
Dead flowers in the sand
Bm
I am a true romantic
D
Free falling love addict
Bm
I am a true romantic
G
Free falling love addict, yeah
[Verse 2]
D E Bm F#
Mama always called that woman prosti-tits
F# G
For wearing lower cuts than most and red lipstick
G Em G
One night Mrs Moore she made her eyes at me
Em E F#
Pulled me through her door and stuck her teeth in deep
[Chorus]
Bm D
I feel like a new man
Bm D
Red flowers in my bed
Bm
Breathe straight through the crisp air
F# G
Dead flowers in the sand
Bm
I am a true romantic
Em
Free falling love addict
Bm
I am a true romantic
F# G
Free falling love addict, yeah
[Bridge]
F# Bm
And all your days are gone
G
Sitting on the floor
Em
In your underwear
F#
Begging me for more
Bm
And all my days are gone
G
Sitting on the floor
Em
In my underwear
F#
Begging you for more
[Chorus]
Bm
I am a true romantic
D
Free falling love addict
Bm
I am a true romantic
Bm G
Free falling love addict, yeah
[Outro]
A Bm
Just another boy who lived on Poplar St
A Bm
Tangled up in lust and her exotic needs
A Bm
One night Mrs Moore she called collect to me
A Bm
I don't love you anymore she said and ceased to be
************************************
| x Dead note
| g Grace note
| (n) Ghost note
| h Hammer-on
| p Pull-off
| r Release
| > Accented note
| t Tapping
| b Bend
| br Bend release
| pb Pre-bend
| pbr Pre-bend release
| / Slide up
| Slide down
| ~ Vibrato
| s Slap
| P Pop
| PM Palm mute
| TR Trill
| N Tremolo
************************************
Glen Campbell
Glen Frey
Glen Hansard
Glen Hansard And (...)
Glen Hansard And (...)
Gloria Stefan
Gloria Trevi
Gloriana
Glorious
Glup!