Biografía:
The Airborne Toxic Event, originarios de Los Feliz, en California, es un grupo que ha creado unas expectativas increíbles en muy poco tiempo. Hace apenas dos años de su creación y su popularidad crece tanto como su indudable talento.
Mikel Jollett se encontraba escribiendo una novela, en marzo de 2006, cuando le diagnosticaron una enfermedad autoinmune, rompió con su pareja sentimental y se enteró de que su madre padecía de cáncer. Todo en una misma semana.
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- Bride and Groom
- Changing
- Gasoline
- Happiness Is Overrated
- Innocence
- Missy
- Papillon
- Sometime Around Midnight
- Strange Girl
- The Graveyard Near The House
- True Love
- Wishing Well
- A Certain Type Of Girl
- All At Once
- All For A Woman
- All I Ever Wanted
- America
- April Is The Cruelest Month
- Bride Groom
- California
- Change And Change And Change And Change
- Cocaine And Abel
- Does This Mean Youre Moving On
- Dublin
- Duet
- Elizabeth
- Goodbye Horses
- Half Of Something Else
- Hell And Back
- It Doesnt Mean A Thing
- Letter To Georgia
- Numb
- One Time Thing
- Parson Red Heads
- Poor Isaac
- Safe
- Something New
- Strangers
- The Fall Of Rome
- The Fifth Day
- The Girls In Their Summer Dresses
- The Kids Are Ready To Die
- The Secret
- The Storm
- The Thing About Dreams
- The Way Home
- The Winning Side
- This Is London
- This Losing
- Timeless
- Whats In A Name
- Why Why Why
- Wishing Song
- Wrong
¡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!
I found that the other tabs for this song were inaccurate and hard to read, so I
decided to post my own version.
Capo 7th Fret
Intro:
G D C
G
Standing on a bus stop
Feeling your head pop
C
Out in the night
On the kind of night
G
Where you want to be out
On the street, on the street
C
Crawling up the walls
Like a cat in heat
G
And the air is thin
And it blows through your skin
C
And you feel like something
Is about to begin
G
But you don't know what
And you don't know when
C
So you tear at your hair
And you scratch at your skin
G
You wanna run away, run away
Just get on the fucking train and leave today
C
And it doesn't matter where you spend the night
You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight
G
Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf
Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
C
And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed
In a wishing well, a wishing well
D
A wishing well, a wishing well
Well, you're tossed in the air
C
And you fell and you fell
Through the dark blue waters
D
Where you cast your spell G
Like you were just a wish that could turn out well
G C
G
So you stand on the corner
Where the angels sit
C
And you think to yourself,
"This is it, this is it,
G
This is all that I have
All I can stand
C
Is this air in my lungs
And this coin in my hand
G
That you tossed in the air
And I fell, and I fell
C
All the way to the bottom
Of the well, of the well
G
Like those soft little secrets
That you tell, that you tell
C
To yourself, when you think
No one's listening to, well"
G
And the walls spin
And you're paper-thin
C
From the haze of the smoke
And the mescaline
G
The threat of your brow
Under unmade sheets
C
In your ear with the noise
From the darkest streets
G
We ran far and wide
You screamed, you cried
C
You thought suicide was an alibi
G
But you were always a mess
You were always aloof
C
Yeah, it's awful, I guess
But it's the awful truth
G;
It was truth from the first
To the last words that she read
D
And she emerged from the dark
Like a ghost in my head
C
She said, "I haven't forgot
Any words that you said
D
I just stare at the clocks
And I cry in my sleep
C
And I tear up your letters
And I burn them in heaps
D
And I gather the ashes
In that hole in the ground
G
Where we fell"
Outro: G C
decided to post my own version.
Capo 7th Fret
Intro:
G D C
G
Standing on a bus stop
Feeling your head pop
C
Out in the night
On the kind of night
G
Where you want to be out
On the street, on the street
C
Crawling up the walls
Like a cat in heat
G
And the air is thin
And it blows through your skin
C
And you feel like something
Is about to begin
G
But you don't know what
And you don't know when
C
So you tear at your hair
And you scratch at your skin
G
You wanna run away, run away
Just get on the fucking train and leave today
C
And it doesn't matter where you spend the night
You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight
G
Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf
Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
C
And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed
In a wishing well, a wishing well
D
A wishing well, a wishing well
Well, you're tossed in the air
C
And you fell and you fell
Through the dark blue waters
D
Where you cast your spell G
Like you were just a wish that could turn out well
G C
G
So you stand on the corner
Where the angels sit
C
And you think to yourself,
"This is it, this is it,
G
This is all that I have
All I can stand
C
Is this air in my lungs
And this coin in my hand
G
That you tossed in the air
And I fell, and I fell
C
All the way to the bottom
Of the well, of the well
G
Like those soft little secrets
That you tell, that you tell
C
To yourself, when you think
No one's listening to, well"
G
And the walls spin
And you're paper-thin
C
From the haze of the smoke
And the mescaline
G
The threat of your brow
Under unmade sheets
C
In your ear with the noise
From the darkest streets
G
We ran far and wide
You screamed, you cried
C
You thought suicide was an alibi
G
But you were always a mess
You were always aloof
C
Yeah, it's awful, I guess
But it's the awful truth
G;
It was truth from the first
To the last words that she read
D
And she emerged from the dark
Like a ghost in my head
C
She said, "I haven't forgot
Any words that you said
D
I just stare at the clocks
And I cry in my sleep
C
And I tear up your letters
And I burn them in heaps
D
And I gather the ashes
In that hole in the ground
G
Where we fell"
Outro: G C
The Amity Afflic (...)
The Andrews Sist (...)
The Angelcy
The Animals
The Antlers
The Avett Brothe (...)
The Axis Of Awes (...)
The B Sharps
The B-52's
The B-52s