Biografía:
De las islas británicas vienen The Crookes. Su nombre proviene de un suburbio, poco conocido, de la ciudad de Sheffield. Este cuarteto de adolescentes han absorbido las influencias de los grupos de britpop con los que han crecido, echando la mirada atrás hacia el pop de los años 50 .
Con un carácter claramente ingles, no solo en la voz, sino en la forma y manera de tocar los instrumentos empiezan fuertes con temas rock movidos y alegres con predominio de guitarras y batería que van perdiendo fuelle
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Otras canciones:
- Yes, Yes, We’re Magicians
- A Colliers Wife
- Afterglow
- American Girls
- Backstreet Lovers
- Bloodshot Days
- Bright Young Things
- Chandelier Girls
- Chorus Of Fools
- Chours Of Fools Acoustic
- City Of Lights
- Collecting Skies
- Dont Put Your Faith In Me
- Echolalia
- Godless Girl
- Hold Fast
- I Love You Bridge
- I Wanna Waste My Time On You
- Just Like Dreamers
- Maybe In The Dark
- More Blitz Than Ritz
- Mrs Porter
- Outsiders
- Sal Paradise
- Sofie
- Somewhere Over The Bus Stop
- Tell England
- The Cooler King
- Two Drifters
- When Youre Fragile
- Yes Yes Were Magicians
- Youth
¡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!
Capo 2nd fret (goes for the whole song)
Intro: G, C, Em, D x2
G C Em
Razor tea-cups and tip top craic
D G
of the crooked, Backstreet Lovers and sons
C Em
Lawless law men walk the streets of
D G
Dirty meadows of foul mouthed mothers and guns
C Em
Brick blacked-up kids mugged me the day I
D G
ran off with your sister
C Em
a young school maid, caught up in a world of
D
Backstreet Lovers.
C D Em G C
Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend
D G
at least that's what she said.
G C Em
Rotting teeth of a grubby gran
D G
fill the alleys of the stolen roll-ups and blunts
C Em
a skin-head dad came cap in hand
D G
with a duster and flash of switch blade fun
C Em
still on the dole, though the picket was broken
D G
a soiled age ago.
C Em
But he's caught up, caught up in a world of
D
Backstreet Lovers
C D Em G C
Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend
D Em
at least that's what she said.
C G
tangled in the roots and tangled in the weeds
D Em
of a concrete jungle came that girl from Leeds
C
in torn dress and tights,
G
she ain't no slag.
D C
i won her over with a '40 bag.
D G C C
I waved her away to a friend
D G
at least that's what she said.
G C Em
Razor tea-cups and tip top craic
D G
of the crooked, Backstreet Lovers and sons
C Em
Lawless law men walk the streets of
D G
Dirty meadows of foul mouthed mothers and guns
C Em
Brick blacked-up kids mugged me the day I
D G
ran off with your sister
C Em
a young school maid, caught up in a world of
D
Backstreet Lovers.
C D Em G C
Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend
D G
at least that's what she said.
G C Em
Rotting teeth of a grubby gran
D G
fill the alleys of the stolen roll-ups and blunts
C Em
a skin-head dad came cap in hand
D G
with a duster and flash of switch blade fun
C Em
still on the dole, though the picket was broken
D G
a soiled age ago.
C Em
But he's caught up, caught up in a world of
D
Backstreet Lovers
G
Lovers and sons
Intro: G, C, Em, D x2
G C Em
Razor tea-cups and tip top craic
D G
of the crooked, Backstreet Lovers and sons
C Em
Lawless law men walk the streets of
D G
Dirty meadows of foul mouthed mothers and guns
C Em
Brick blacked-up kids mugged me the day I
D G
ran off with your sister
C Em
a young school maid, caught up in a world of
D
Backstreet Lovers.
C D Em G C
Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend
D G
at least that's what she said.
G C Em
Rotting teeth of a grubby gran
D G
fill the alleys of the stolen roll-ups and blunts
C Em
a skin-head dad came cap in hand
D G
with a duster and flash of switch blade fun
C Em
still on the dole, though the picket was broken
D G
a soiled age ago.
C Em
But he's caught up, caught up in a world of
D
Backstreet Lovers
C D Em G C
Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend
D Em
at least that's what she said.
C G
tangled in the roots and tangled in the weeds
D Em
of a concrete jungle came that girl from Leeds
C
in torn dress and tights,
G
she ain't no slag.
D C
i won her over with a '40 bag.
D G C C
I waved her away to a friend
D G
at least that's what she said.
G C Em
Razor tea-cups and tip top craic
D G
of the crooked, Backstreet Lovers and sons
C Em
Lawless law men walk the streets of
D G
Dirty meadows of foul mouthed mothers and guns
C Em
Brick blacked-up kids mugged me the day I
D G
ran off with your sister
C Em
a young school maid, caught up in a world of
D
Backstreet Lovers.
C D Em G C
Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend
D G
at least that's what she said.
G C Em
Rotting teeth of a grubby gran
D G
fill the alleys of the stolen roll-ups and blunts
C Em
a skin-head dad came cap in hand
D G
with a duster and flash of switch blade fun
C Em
still on the dole, though the picket was broken
D G
a soiled age ago.
C Em
But he's caught up, caught up in a world of
D
Backstreet Lovers
G
Lovers and sons
The Feeling
The First Editio (...)
The Gaslight Ant (...)
The Goo Goo Doll (...)
The Grass Roots
The Pussycat Dol (...)
The Rembrandts
The Rezillos
The Romantics
The Scabs