Biografía:
The Shins es el grupo de música del compositor, cantante y guitarrista James Mercer, formada por Jesse Sandoval (batería), Marty Crandall (teclados/guitarra/bajo) y Dave Hernández (bajo/guitarra) bajo el sello discográfico Sub Pop (famoso por ser el primero en contratar a Nirvana o Soundgarden). Su música se podría describir como Indie pop..
The Shins nace en Alburquerque, Nuevo México, de la mano de James Mercer, Jesse Sandoval y Marty Crandall
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Otras canciones:
- 40 Mark Strasse
- A Comet Appears
- Austrailia
- Bait And Switch
- For A Fool
- Girl On The Wing
- It's Only Life
- Kissing The Lipless
- New Slang
- Phantom Limb
- Pink Bullets
- Port Of Morrow
- September
- Simple Song
- Sleeping Lessons
- So Now What
- Australia
- Saint Simon
- A Call To Apathity
- Breathe
- Caring Is Creepy
- Celebate Life
- Celibate Life
- Cherry Hearts
- Dead Alive
- Eating Styes From Elephant Eyes
- Eating Styes From Elephants Eyes
- Fall Of 82
- Fantasy Island
- Fighting In A Sack
- Flake Music
- Girl Inform Me
- Gone For Good
- Half A Million
- Heartworms
- Its Only Life
- Know Your Onion
- Mildenhall
- Mines Not A High Horse
- My Seventh Rib
- Name For You
- No Way Down
- Nothing At All
- One By One All Day
- Painting A Hole
- Pam Berry
- Pariah King
- Past And Pending
- Plenty Is Never Enough
- Pressed In A Book
- Red Rabbits
- Rubber Ballz
- Sea Legs
- So Says I
- Sphagnum Esplanade
- Spilt Needles
- Split Needles
- The Fear
- The Past And Pending
- The Past And The Pending
- The Rifles Spiral
- The Waltz Is Over
- Theyll Soon Discover
- Those Bold City Girls
- Those To Come
- Turn A Square
- Turn On Me
- We Will Become Silhouettes
- Weird Divide
- When I Goose Step
- Won One Too Many Fights
- Young Pilgrims
- Your Algebra
¡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!
G C
Frozen in winter coats,
Am
White girls of the North,
F C
File past one five and one
C
They are the fabled lambs,
D
Of Sunday ham,
Am
The EHS norm
G C
And they can float above the grass,
G
In circles if they tried,
F C
A latent power I know they hide,
C
To keep some hope alive,
D Am
That a girl like I could ever try,
G
Could ever try.
Em C D
So we just skirt the hallway signs,
Em
A phantom and a fly,
E C D
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection.
(Then Just Repeat chords)
A week of rolling eyes falling eyes,
And cheap shots from the trite,
And we're off to Nemarca’s porch again,
Another afternoon with the goat head tunes,
And pilfered booze.
We wandered through her mama's house,
The milk from a window lights,
Family portrait circa ninety-five,
This is that foreign land,
With the sprayed on tans,
And it all feels fine,
Be it silk or slime
So, when they tap our Monday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.
So, when they tap our Sunday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection.
Frozen in winter coats,
Am
White girls of the North,
F C
File past one five and one
C
They are the fabled lambs,
D
Of Sunday ham,
Am
The EHS norm
G C
And they can float above the grass,
G
In circles if they tried,
F C
A latent power I know they hide,
C
To keep some hope alive,
D Am
That a girl like I could ever try,
G
Could ever try.
Em C D
So we just skirt the hallway signs,
Em
A phantom and a fly,
E C D
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection.
(Then Just Repeat chords)
A week of rolling eyes falling eyes,
And cheap shots from the trite,
And we're off to Nemarca’s porch again,
Another afternoon with the goat head tunes,
And pilfered booze.
We wandered through her mama's house,
The milk from a window lights,
Family portrait circa ninety-five,
This is that foreign land,
With the sprayed on tans,
And it all feels fine,
Be it silk or slime
So, when they tap our Monday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.
So, when they tap our Sunday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection.
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