Biografía:
The Courteeners es una banda inglesa de indie/rock formada en Manchester, Inglaterra, el 2006. Su primer single "Cavorting" fue todo un exito y en Abril del 2008 sacaron su album debut "St. Jude". Sus miembros son: Liam Fray(Voces y Guitarra), Daniel Conan Moores(Guitarra), Mark Cuppello(Bajo) y Michael Campbell(Bateria y voces).
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Otras canciones:
- An Ex Is An Ex For A Reason
- Bide Your Time
- Sycophant
- The Rest Of The World Has Gone Home
- Are You In Love With A Notion
- Beautiful Head
- Cameo Brooch
- Cavorting
- Cross My Heart And Hope To Fly
- De La Salle
- Dreamers
- Fallowfield Hillbilly
- Finest Hour
- Forget The Weight Of The World
- Good Times Are Calling
- Has He Told You That He Loves You Yet
- Here Come The Young Men
- How Come
- How Good It Was
- If It Wasnt For Me
- International
- Kings Of The New Road
- Last Of The Ladies
- Lose Control
- Marquee
- Meanwhile Back At The Ranch
- Modern Love
- More Than A Weekend To Fix This Mess
- Most Important
- No One Will Ever Replace Us
- No You Didnt No You Dont
- Not Nineteen Forever
- Please Dont
- Push Yourself
- Revolver
- Save Rosemary In Time
- Saw This And Fort Of You
- Scratch Your Name Upon My Lips
- Small Bones
- Smiths Disco
- Social Fireworks
- Summer
- Sunflower
- Take Over The World
- That Kiss
- The 17Th
- The Opener
- The Sharks Are Circling
- Van Der Graff
- What Took You So Long
- When You Want Something You Cant Have
- Whites Of Her Eyes
- Why Are You Still With Him
- Winter Wonderland
- Yesterday Today Probably Tomorrow
- You Overdid It Doll
¡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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She left her coat down in the club
To see if I would offer mine
D
I'd rather wrap my arm around her
Feel the small bones in her spine
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She moved to London yesterday
Told me I had missed my chance
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Didn't seem to seem that way
When she's asking me to dance
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When she's asking me to dance
When she's asking me to dance
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When she's asking me to dance
A D F#m E A D F#m E (Trumpets over the top)
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Sunglasses tucked down her top
I'd break the law to catch her eye
D
Her effervescence was effortless
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Nonchalant, Bona-Fide
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She doesn't live that far away
Medium-distance romance
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Just a virgin pendolino
And she's asking me to dance
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And she's asking me to dance
And she's asking me to dance
F#m
And she's asking me to dance
And she's asking me
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Small bones
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Rest on me now with your
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Small Bones
D Bm E
Rest on me now
A D F#m E A D F#m E
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I've seen you in my dreams honey
I've watched you in my sleep
D x3
We were drinking in the bars darlin'
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Dancing down the street
(No guitar)
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Small bones
D F#m E
Rest on me now with your
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Small Bones
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Rest on me now
A D F#m E A D F#m E to fade
She left her coat down in the club
To see if I would offer mine
D
I'd rather wrap my arm around her
Feel the small bones in her spine
A
She moved to London yesterday
Told me I had missed my chance
D
Didn't seem to seem that way
When she's asking me to dance
A
When she's asking me to dance
When she's asking me to dance
D
When she's asking me to dance
A D F#m E A D F#m E (Trumpets over the top)
A
Sunglasses tucked down her top
I'd break the law to catch her eye
D
Her effervescence was effortless
E
Nonchalant, Bona-Fide
A
She doesn't live that far away
Medium-distance romance
D
Just a virgin pendolino
And she's asking me to dance
A
And she's asking me to dance
And she's asking me to dance
F#m
And she's asking me to dance
And she's asking me
A
Small bones
D F#m E
Rest on me now with your
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Small Bones
D Bm E
Rest on me now
A D F#m E A D F#m E
A
I've seen you in my dreams honey
I've watched you in my sleep
D x3
We were drinking in the bars darlin'
E
Dancing down the street
(No guitar)
A
Small bones
D F#m E
Rest on me now with your
A
Small Bones
D Bm E
Rest on me now
A D F#m E A D F#m E to fade
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The Cribs
The Crystals
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The Cure
The Decemberists
The Dell Vikings
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The Devil Wears (...)
The Devoted Few