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! Suggestions and corrections welcome!
[Verse 1]
Em D
All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
Em D
And all the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar
C G
We're gonna riot on the streets today!
C G
Smash an apple on the face of the state:
[Chorus]
C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes
C D C D Em F#m
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
[Verse 2]
Em D
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
Em D
The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:
C G
Feed a fever as the five fevers rage
C G
Feed a fever and paginate your page!
[Chorus]
C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal
C D C D
Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full
C D C D
In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:
C D C D
The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!
Bm Am G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--9----7----5----4----0--2/-----------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Bridge]
Am Em
The country child culled an abundance of hay:
Am Em C
And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay!
Em C
I said it!
Em C
I said it!
Em C Em
I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------| x2
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
(I think this is the bass line... anyway it sounds pretty good to me!)
[Outro]
C Em C Em
You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son,
C Em C Em G
You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em
One writer is short of his daisies...
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------|
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1]
Em D
All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
Em D
And all the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar
C G
We're gonna riot on the streets today!
C G
Smash an apple on the face of the state:
[Chorus]
C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes
C D C D Em F#m
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
[Verse 2]
Em D
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
Em D
The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:
C G
Feed a fever as the five fevers rage
C G
Feed a fever and paginate your page!
[Chorus]
C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal
C D C D
Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full
C D C D
In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:
C D C D
The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!
Bm Am G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--9----7----5----4----0--2/-----------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Bridge]
Am Em
The country child culled an abundance of hay:
Am Em C
And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay!
Em C
I said it!
Em C
I said it!
Em C Em
I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------| x2
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
(I think this is the bass line... anyway it sounds pretty good to me!)
[Outro]
C Em C Em
You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son,
C Em C Em G
You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em
One writer is short of his daisies...
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------|
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
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