Biografía:
The Script son un trío irlandés cuya música es capaz de sorprender con guiños que rompen los esquemas prestablecidos. Este es el nuevo sabor del soul celta, combinando líricas cercanas al hip hop en el flor, con la melodiosidad del pop, producción R&B y dinámica rock, construcciones clásicas de canciones con narrativa contemporánea.
Con toda la emoción y pasión que esperarías de allende el mar Irlandés pero brillante en su modernidad
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Otras canciones:
- Break Even
- Breakeven
- Exit Wounds
- Fall For Anything
- Flares
- For The First Time
- Hall Of Fame
- I'm Yours
- If You See Kay
- Mash-up
- Millionaires
- Never Seen Anything Quite Like You
- Nothing
- Rain
- Science And Faith
- Six Degrees Of Separation
- The Man Who Can't Be Moved
- The Man Who Cant Be Moved
- The Man Wo Can't Be Moved
- This Is Love
- We Cry
- Broken Arrow
- Glowing
- I’m Yours
- If You Could See Me Now
- If You Ever Come Back
- No Good In Goodbye
- Superheroes
- Talk You Down
- The Man Who Can’t Be Moved
- Anybody There
- Arms Open
- Army Of Angels
- Before The Worst
- Dead Man Walking
- Deliverance
- Divided States Of America
- Eden
- Freedom Child
- Give The Love Around
- Good In Goodbye
- Good Old Days
- Hail Rain Or Sunshine
- Hit The Wall
- Howl At The Moon
- Hurricanes
- Im Yours
- Its Not Right For You
- Live Like Were Dying
- Long Gone And Moved On
- Love Not Lovers
- Mad Love
- Make Up
- Man On A Wire
- No Man Is An Island
- No Sound Without Silence
- No Words
- Paint The Town Green
- Rock The World
- Rusty Halo
- Six Degrees Of Seperation
- Superheros
- The End Where I Begin
- The Energy Never Dies
- The Man That Cant Be Moved
- Walk Away
- Without Those Songs
- Wonders
- Written In The Scars
- You Wont Feel A Thing
¡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!
Good Old Days by The Script
No Capo
Tabbed this the other day when I realised there wasn't anything for this
song yet. It seems to just be the two chords repeated again and again in
the same pattern, I know it's simple, but I think it works.
G
Up in the bar all smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Em
Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar
You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain that you made into art
Yea, piercin' through my skin like a heroin dart
When someone's strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things,
Everybody's movin' groovin' vibes when the other sings
They gon' kill you with their passion and their soul
When the first verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all
While another man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised
For all we sing about better days, better days
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future this will be the good ol' days
Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl
Now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off
You're playing real good, everybody sing along
If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along
Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along
Won't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard)
Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith
They're bustin' on the streets seven days a week
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty
They play, you listen, that's plenty
It's two am now, we're dancing in the rain and uh
Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people, these are my crowd
And I'm never too proud to sing about
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days [x8]
Oh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song
Even the old man there with the paddy hat on
Singin' ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh
I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
Singin' ooh ooh, she singin', ooh ooh
Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yea, singin' these tunes
And the guys over there with the big tattoos
Are singin' ooh ooh, drinkin' and singin', ooh ooh
The emo girls with the college degrees
And the tag along friends with the fake ID's
Singin' ooh ooh
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days [x8]
The good ol' days, yeah
The good ol' days
Hope it's alright,
JJB1.
No Capo
Tabbed this the other day when I realised there wasn't anything for this
song yet. It seems to just be the two chords repeated again and again in
the same pattern, I know it's simple, but I think it works.
G
Up in the bar all smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Em
Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar
You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain that you made into art
Yea, piercin' through my skin like a heroin dart
When someone's strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things,
Everybody's movin' groovin' vibes when the other sings
They gon' kill you with their passion and their soul
When the first verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all
While another man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised
For all we sing about better days, better days
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future this will be the good ol' days
Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl
Now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off
You're playing real good, everybody sing along
If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along
Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along
Won't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard)
Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith
They're bustin' on the streets seven days a week
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty
They play, you listen, that's plenty
It's two am now, we're dancing in the rain and uh
Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people, these are my crowd
And I'm never too proud to sing about
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days [x8]
Oh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song
Even the old man there with the paddy hat on
Singin' ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh
I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
Singin' ooh ooh, she singin', ooh ooh
Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yea, singin' these tunes
And the guys over there with the big tattoos
Are singin' ooh ooh, drinkin' and singin', ooh ooh
The emo girls with the college degrees
And the tag along friends with the fake ID's
Singin' ooh ooh
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days [x8]
The good ol' days, yeah
The good ol' days
Hope it's alright,
JJB1.
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