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!
[Verse 1]
A D E D A D
Each day’s the same ‘til I think that I hear your name in echolalia.
A D E D A D
And each time it hurts ‘cos I don’t know who said it first. Echolalia.
Bm D A E
And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade.
[Chorus]
D A F#m D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A E D A F#m D E
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
[Verse 2]
D E D A D
My mind’s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia.
A E
And I feel half-sane ‘til somebody goes and whispers your name
[Chorus]
D A F#m D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low,
A D
I’m still hearing echoes…
[Solo]
A F#m E D A F#m E D
[Bridge]
E
I should listen to what my Father says,
D
God knows I’ve made all of his mistakes.
E
Instead I’m making them all again
E
I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me,
D E
that those on the outside are born to be lonely.
D A D A D E
No they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me
[Chorus]
D E D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A E D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
E
Still hear those echoes
D E D
I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
A E D
Still hear those echoes come the low
A E D
I still hear those echoes come the low
(x2)
[Outro]
A E D E D A D
A D E D A D
Each day’s the same ‘til I think that I hear your name in echolalia.
A D E D A D
And each time it hurts ‘cos I don’t know who said it first. Echolalia.
Bm D A E
And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade.
[Chorus]
D A F#m D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A E D A F#m D E
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
[Verse 2]
D E D A D
My mind’s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia.
A E
And I feel half-sane ‘til somebody goes and whispers your name
[Chorus]
D A F#m D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low,
A D
I’m still hearing echoes…
[Solo]
A F#m E D A F#m E D
[Bridge]
E
I should listen to what my Father says,
D
God knows I’ve made all of his mistakes.
E
Instead I’m making them all again
E
I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me,
D E
that those on the outside are born to be lonely.
D A D A D E
No they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me
[Chorus]
D E D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A E D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
E
Still hear those echoes
D E D
I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
A E D
Still hear those echoes come the low
A E D
I still hear those echoes come the low
(x2)
[Outro]
A E D E D A D
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