Biografía:
Frog Eyes son una banda de indie rock canadiense provenientes de Victoria, British Columbia.
El cuarteto esta lideado por el vocal y guitarrista Carey Mercer quien se caracteriza por sus melodicos vocales yuxtapuestos a sus girantes masas hechas guitarra con teclados y su bateria.
La baterista (y tambien esposa de Mercer) Melanie Campbell se hace notar en el uso de un "dinger" como parte de su bateria como elemento especial.
Antes de estar en Frog Eyes Mercer formaba parte de Blue Pine
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Otras canciones:
- A Flower In A Glove
- Claxxons Lament
- Crystal Blip
- Deaths Ship
- Dont Give Up Your Dreams
- I Aint Around Much
- Idle Songs
- Lear In Love
- Odettas War
- On A Finely Sewn Sleeve
- Rejoinders In A Storm
- Rip Down The Fences That Fence The Garden
- The Beat Is Down Four Wretched Singers Beyond Any World That You Have Known
- The Country Child
- The Sensitive Girls
- Two Girls One For Heaven And The Other One For Rome
¡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!
This is how I play the song. Lyrics are my own guesses!
Suggestions and corrections welcome.
[Intro]
D Em G A A x2
[Verse 1]
D Em
And row me in felt, and row in fat
G A
And row me, oh, into the banks of my sweet Burmese laugh
D Em
Row me into the snow, and sing to me of your choir
G A
Sing to me the key to your aeroplane's fire
D Em
Well, I once was a Nazi, but every man has his fill
G A
In the light of the concrete station your doctors eat pills
G A D
And some men do nations, and some men will lie
G D Bm
And some men are nations, and nations shall lie
[Chorus]
A
This is a song for a wild cat
[Verse 2]
D Em
And row me in felt, and row in fat
G A
And row me, oh, into the banks of my sweet Burmese laugh
D Em
A man shot in the hand from indiscreet fire
G A
Fire burns the bones, and I emerge under a tire
D Em
Oh, find me a wolf, and capture me a dog
G A
And you float me to the New York on the back of a log
D Em
Well my notebooks were blue as your peacocks were blue
G A
Walk with me in the mazes to the old Berlin Zoo
G A D
And some men do nations, and some men will lie
G D Bm
And some men are nations, and nations shall lie
[Chorus]
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
[Bridge]
Bm Em
And your face in the sun, digging a road yet undone
F# G
Well palm sweats and jobs help you to be alone in the do
Bm Em F#
And your face in the morning, unfurled as a sailor's last warning
G Bm
"Get out of this port, for the neighbor's are lookin for you!"
Bm Em F#
And the night is forlorn, and a sail, oh, is born in clues
G Bm
"Get out of this port, for the neighbor's are there for you!"
[Chorus]
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
[Outro]
Bm D A A x4
Bm
Suggestions and corrections welcome.
[Intro]
D Em G A A x2
[Verse 1]
D Em
And row me in felt, and row in fat
G A
And row me, oh, into the banks of my sweet Burmese laugh
D Em
Row me into the snow, and sing to me of your choir
G A
Sing to me the key to your aeroplane's fire
D Em
Well, I once was a Nazi, but every man has his fill
G A
In the light of the concrete station your doctors eat pills
G A D
And some men do nations, and some men will lie
G D Bm
And some men are nations, and nations shall lie
[Chorus]
A
This is a song for a wild cat
[Verse 2]
D Em
And row me in felt, and row in fat
G A
And row me, oh, into the banks of my sweet Burmese laugh
D Em
A man shot in the hand from indiscreet fire
G A
Fire burns the bones, and I emerge under a tire
D Em
Oh, find me a wolf, and capture me a dog
G A
And you float me to the New York on the back of a log
D Em
Well my notebooks were blue as your peacocks were blue
G A
Walk with me in the mazes to the old Berlin Zoo
G A D
And some men do nations, and some men will lie
G D Bm
And some men are nations, and nations shall lie
[Chorus]
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
[Bridge]
Bm Em
And your face in the sun, digging a road yet undone
F# G
Well palm sweats and jobs help you to be alone in the do
Bm Em F#
And your face in the morning, unfurled as a sailor's last warning
G Bm
"Get out of this port, for the neighbor's are lookin for you!"
Bm Em F#
And the night is forlorn, and a sail, oh, is born in clues
G Bm
"Get out of this port, for the neighbor's are there for you!"
[Chorus]
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
A A Bm
This is a song for a wild cat
[Outro]
Bm D A A x4
Bm
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