Biografía:
Tras pasar por varias bandas de rock en su Idaho natal, el vocalista y cantautor Justin Ringle se translada a Portland en 2004 y comienza a centrarse en la música acústica, tocando a micrófono abierto con regularidad bajo el seudónimo de Horse Feathers, el título de una película de los Hermanos Marx.
En 2005, el multi-instrumentista Peter Broderick escucha un par de demos de Justin y se ofrece a reforzarle. En febrero de 2006 el dúo entra en los estudios Miracle Lake
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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!
This Bed is a simple, beautiful song by Horse Feathers. To figure out the number or
and instrumental sections, just listen to the song, and you should be able to figure it out.
given you enough to go on.
Verse Progression:
D F#m E A
Chorus/End Progression:
A E D A
-Verse 1-
Bit by bit, and piece by piece
it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least.
A growing need for apologies,
but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees.
-Chorus-
It's better now. Don't come back to me.
Let it be known I'm a liar and a thief.
What I stole is what I've said.
It's a shame our books been closed
because it's words have been bled.
-Verse 2-
Inch by inch, a foot to feet,
a growing gap, and the miles between.
A single lie becomes a beast.
It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least.
-End-
Breathing deep,
lying awake too alone to sleep.
It's in my mind and in my head.
There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.
and instrumental sections, just listen to the song, and you should be able to figure it out.
given you enough to go on.
Verse Progression:
D F#m E A
Chorus/End Progression:
A E D A
-Verse 1-
Bit by bit, and piece by piece
it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least.
A growing need for apologies,
but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees.
-Chorus-
It's better now. Don't come back to me.
Let it be known I'm a liar and a thief.
What I stole is what I've said.
It's a shame our books been closed
because it's words have been bled.
-Verse 2-
Inch by inch, a foot to feet,
a growing gap, and the miles between.
A single lie becomes a beast.
It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least.
-End-
Breathing deep,
lying awake too alone to sleep.
It's in my mind and in my head.
There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.
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