Biografía:
The Rifles es una banda de indie Rock'n'Roll inglés originaria de Londres. Su estilo podríamos definirlo como indie-alternative-rock.
Su música se encuentra cimentada en el rock con sonidos potentes y constantes de guitarra eléctrica. Sus melódica es variada, atractiva, y acelerada, haciendo de muchas canciones, temas muy dinámicos y heterogéneos. Su estilo indie se debe a un sonido que no abusa del típico sonido del rock clásico, a la innovadora composición de las canciones, y a la particular voz del vocalista.
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Otras canciones:
- Peace And Quiet
- Repeated Offender
- Robin Hood
- A Love To Die For
- All I Need
- Big Big Life
- Catch Her In The Rye
- Coming Home
- Cry Baby
- Dreamer
- Eclectic Eccentric
- Eveline
- For The Meantime
- Go Lucky
- Grest Escape
- Heavy Weather
- Heebie Jeebies
- History
- I Could Never Lie
- Lazy Bones
- Local Boy
- Long Walk Back
- Lost In London
- Narrow Minded Social Club
- No Love Lost
- Nothing Matters
- One Night Stand
- Out In The Past
- Rainy Monday
- Rat Race
- Rock The Boat
- Romeo And Julie
- Shes Got Standards
- Shes The Only One Acoustic
- Sometimes
- Spend A Lifetime
- Spend Lifetime
- Tangled Up In Love
- The General
- The Great Escape
- The Hardest Place To Find Me
- Toerag
- Turtle Dove
- Under And Over
- Victoria
- Wall Around Your Heart
- When Im Alone
- You Win Some
- Young For A Day
¡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!
Out in the past
A
This little town hasn't changed so much
A
Not since the time of life
F#m
When we would lie out and talk but we couldn't be touched
F#m
Then you'd go away when the morning was light
A
But sure enough well we had to grow up
A
There was nothing like a full time job to put out a fire
F#m
We were young, and wasn't in love
F#m
But we were having fun getting carried away
A
But now that seems so long ago
F#m
Out the door and down the road
A
I sometimes think when I'm alone
F#m
Of the times we had but now we don't
D
But out in the past we were running around
F#m
Sometimes so fast that we fell on the ground
D
It was so hard to stop, you never could tell
F#m
But all I saw was you
A
And every place that we talk about
A
Don't seem too far away
F#m
When you rely on yourself and the one you're around
F#m
And always believe everything that they say
A
But little talk isn't always enough
A
And just cos you're still in love, doesn't mean you're a liar
F#m
We were young, and that was enough
F#m
But life has a habit of getting in the way
A
But now that seems so long ago
F#m
Out the door and down the road
A
I sometimes think when I'm alone
F#m
Of the times we had but now we don't
D
But out in the past we were running around
F#m
Sometimes so fast that we fell on the ground
D
It was so hard to stop, you never could tell
F#m
But all I saw was you
A
This little town hasn't changed so much
A
Not since the time of life
F#m
When we would lie out and talk but we couldn't be touched
F#m
Then you'd go away when the morning was light
A
But sure enough well we had to grow up
A
There was nothing like a full time job to put out a fire
F#m
We were young, and wasn't in love
F#m
But we were having fun getting carried away
A
But now that seems so long ago
F#m
Out the door and down the road
A
I sometimes think when I'm alone
F#m
Of the times we had but now we don't
D
But out in the past we were running around
F#m
Sometimes so fast that we fell on the ground
D
It was so hard to stop, you never could tell
F#m
But all I saw was you
A
And every place that we talk about
A
Don't seem too far away
F#m
When you rely on yourself and the one you're around
F#m
And always believe everything that they say
A
But little talk isn't always enough
A
And just cos you're still in love, doesn't mean you're a liar
F#m
We were young, and that was enough
F#m
But life has a habit of getting in the way
A
But now that seems so long ago
F#m
Out the door and down the road
A
I sometimes think when I'm alone
F#m
Of the times we had but now we don't
D
But out in the past we were running around
F#m
Sometimes so fast that we fell on the ground
D
It was so hard to stop, you never could tell
F#m
But all I saw was you
The Rootless
The Roots
The Rose
The Rosebuds
The Rosenbergs
The Sandals
The Saturdays
The Scary Jokes
The Scene Aesthe (...)
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