Biografía:
Es una banda formada por tres jóvenes londinenses, que practican un pop muy melódico, con voz nostálgica y guitarras cristalinas, formando estribillos perezosos y agridulces.
Sus canciones tienen un aire retro, en la más pura línea del pop británico de los 60’s y unas melodías absolutamente arrebatadoras. Con cierta melancolía, pero brillantes y no exentas de optimismo y jovialidad.
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Otras canciones:
- Since K Got Over Me
- 6 Am Morningside
- An Hour Before The Light
- Bookshop Casanova
- Emptily Through Holloway
- Empty
- Five Day Morning
- Geometry Of Lawns
- Graven Wood
- Here Comes The Phantom
- I Had To Say This
- I Hope I Know You
- Isnt Life Strange
- Joseph Cornell
- K
- Kelvin Parade
- Lacewings
- My Own Face Inside The Trees
- Porcelain
- Reflections After Jane
- Saturday
- Somebody Changed
- Violet Hour
- We Could Walk Together
- When Shes Tired Of Dancing
¡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!
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When she's tired of dancing, she will fall into a trance, and breathe so low.
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Turning to the shoes she has discarded, she will leave the dancing floor.
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Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
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Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
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And on sunday I awake, and walk into a room without a sound,
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There's a strake upon my eyes and I can hear the rain come falling down.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4
Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4 F#
Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
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When she's tired of dancing, she will fall into a trance, and breathe so low.
D#7sus4 F7sus4
Turning to the shoes she has discarded, she will leave the dancing floor.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4
Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4 F#
Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4
And on sunday I awake, and walk into a room without a sound,
D#7sus4
There's a strake upon my eyes and I can hear the rain come falling down.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4
Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4 F#
Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
F# : xxx322
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