Biografía:
O The Middle East lançou seu primeiro álbum (The Recordings Of The Middle East) em 2008. Quem já conferiu se impressionou (ao menos os que se pronunciaram). Cheio de momentos grandiosos e de longas e belas canções, a banda australiana tomou a frente em várias listas de melhores discos do ano e, mais do que isso, tomou de supetão diversos corações e mentes.
Nem vídeo e poucas fotos. Poucos fatos também. O que se sabe é que a banda é formada por dois irmãos e seus três amigos, lá na Austrália.
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¡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!
Someone already figured out the chords to this, but it wasn't set to the lyrics, which is incredibly
frustrating. So I fixed that! Enjoy.
Intro:
| Am/C | x 4
| C#m E | A E | C#m E/B | A |
C#m E A E
There were letters unopened at the foot of my bed
A
When I woke up with you in the morn
There were lions roaring on ships in the harbour
C#m B A
The night my true love was born
C#m E A E
There's a minstrel singing of the holy dove
A
On the mountain of old St Jerome
There is glass on the floor of the hallway I walk
C#m B A
When the stars bear down from their throne
C#m B A
And the old southern cross is shown
C#m B A
And it points down the sad road home
C#m B E A
To the land of the bloody unknown
Mini-break:
| Am | Am |
| C#m E | A E | C#m E | A | A |
C#m E A E
I heard that your mother took off in the fall
E A
With her pretty curls and her wooden spoon
I heard you whispering to yourself last night
C#m B A
She'll be coming home some day soon
C#m E A
Well the wine you drink is stained deep in your shirt
E A
And just like the sin in my soul
It is never ever ever ever coming out
C#m B A
While the stars bear down from their throne
C#m B A
And the old southern cross is shown
C#m B A
And it points down the sad road home
C#m E A E
To the land of the hunter dancing under the trigger
A
And the bride washing up on the shore
I could never really dance that well
B
I can't raise the flags or ring them bells
A B C#m E A
But I can shoot my gun down the line towards my home
C#m B E A
To the land of the bloody unknown
Break:
| Am | Am |
| C#m E | A E | x 3
| C#m E | A | A | A |
C#m E A E
There's a black dog watching over me in my sleep
A
And I stir just to toss him the bone
There's a red moon rising on the hills tonight
C#m B A
Where the stars bear down from their throne
C#m B A
And the old southern cross is shown
C#m B A
And it points down the sad road home
frustrating. So I fixed that! Enjoy.
Intro:
| Am/C | x 4
| C#m E | A E | C#m E/B | A |
C#m E A E
There were letters unopened at the foot of my bed
A
When I woke up with you in the morn
There were lions roaring on ships in the harbour
C#m B A
The night my true love was born
C#m E A E
There's a minstrel singing of the holy dove
A
On the mountain of old St Jerome
There is glass on the floor of the hallway I walk
C#m B A
When the stars bear down from their throne
C#m B A
And the old southern cross is shown
C#m B A
And it points down the sad road home
C#m B E A
To the land of the bloody unknown
Mini-break:
| Am | Am |
| C#m E | A E | C#m E | A | A |
C#m E A E
I heard that your mother took off in the fall
E A
With her pretty curls and her wooden spoon
I heard you whispering to yourself last night
C#m B A
She'll be coming home some day soon
C#m E A
Well the wine you drink is stained deep in your shirt
E A
And just like the sin in my soul
It is never ever ever ever coming out
C#m B A
While the stars bear down from their throne
C#m B A
And the old southern cross is shown
C#m B A
And it points down the sad road home
C#m E A E
To the land of the hunter dancing under the trigger
A
And the bride washing up on the shore
I could never really dance that well
B
I can't raise the flags or ring them bells
A B C#m E A
But I can shoot my gun down the line towards my home
C#m B E A
To the land of the bloody unknown
Break:
| Am | Am |
| C#m E | A E | x 3
| C#m E | A | A | A |
C#m E A E
There's a black dog watching over me in my sleep
A
And I stir just to toss him the bone
There's a red moon rising on the hills tonight
C#m B A
Where the stars bear down from their throne
C#m B A
And the old southern cross is shown
C#m B A
And it points down the sad road home
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