Biografía:
El trío sudafricano de Johannesburg, Dear Reader, esta compuesto por Cherilyn MacNeil, Darryl y Michael.
Llevan no más de dos años y medios en la escena musical. Su historia nació luego de que Darryl escuchara cantar a MacNeil en reuniones de amigos y después de un año la convenciera de tomarse enserio el tema de la banda.
Ella hizo de la banda su vida y en entrevistas e informaciones se ve un amor y una entrega completa a la música.
En el 2006 grabaron su primer disco en un pequeño estudio de propiedad de Darryl.
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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!
Capo on 2nd fret.
G Am
Why is it that sadness doesn't make a sound?
Em C
I don't want you around
G Am
I gave you all I had, then you swiftly gave it back
Em C
I don't know what you want
D Em C Am
(Ooooooh... Oooooh) (x2)
G Am
Everything is caving, falling into ruin
Em C
Everybody learns
G Am
We spend most our lives just picking up the mess
Em C
But there is never less
D Em C Am
Ooooooh... Oooooh. (x2)
G Am
A broken little boy from the window where he fell
Em C
I did not love him well
G Am
If Jesus is my friend then I don't know where he went
Em C
With the heart that he stole
Em G
I look in your eyes and there I see
D Am
A version of me I'd like to meet
Em G
While lying alone inside the dark
D Am
Wondering what our lives are for
C Em
I must cut them out and zip them up
G D
In the palms of my hands so I can look
Em G
Whenever I feel like giving up
D Am
But then you'd be blind so I must stop
G Am
Why is it that sadness doesn't make a sound?
Em C
I don't want you around
G Am
I gave you all I had, then you swiftly gave it back
Em C
I don't know what you want
D Em C Am
(Ooooooh... Oooooh) (x2)
G Am
Everything is caving, falling into ruin
Em C
Everybody learns
G Am
We spend most our lives just picking up the mess
Em C
But there is never less
D Em C Am
Ooooooh... Oooooh. (x2)
G Am
A broken little boy from the window where he fell
Em C
I did not love him well
G Am
If Jesus is my friend then I don't know where he went
Em C
With the heart that he stole
Em G
I look in your eyes and there I see
D Am
A version of me I'd like to meet
Em G
While lying alone inside the dark
D Am
Wondering what our lives are for
C Em
I must cut them out and zip them up
G D
In the palms of my hands so I can look
Em G
Whenever I feel like giving up
D Am
But then you'd be blind so I must stop
Death (Protopunk (...)
Death and a Cure
Death Angel
Death by Stereo
Death From Above (...)
Debbie Allen
Debbie Friedman
Debbie Harry
Debbie Reynolds
Debbie Scerri