Biografía:
The Morning Benders es un grupo indie originario de Berkeley, California, compuesto por Joe Ferrell, Julian Harmon, Tim Or, y Chris Chu. Según ellos mismos sus mayores influencias son los trabajos de Neil Young y The Beatles.
En 2008, lanzaron su álbum debut Talking Through Tin Cans en +1 Records. La banda ha estado de gira en apoyo de Broken Bells (primavera 2010), Grizzly Bear (otoño 2009), The Kooks y Death Cab for Cutie (verano 2008), Ra Ra Riot (otoño 2008)
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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!
Sorry if the chords are off with the lyrics, the site is subtracting random spaces
for some reason.
This was tabbed out for a beginner's solo acoustic. Feel free to use as a template, and enjoy!
[BEGINNING]:
C Em Dm C x2
[VERSE 1]:
C Em
we met one day in wet cement
Dm
where we glued our eyes shut
G
and pressed with our fists
C Em
and while the trees are shrinking now
Dm
they forgot their roots
G
and sloped in the ground
[PRECHORUS 1]:
Dm G
and while I'm picking out my favorite names
C Am
where our future is concerned
Dm G
in the steady blur of the days
C Am
what brought us here, why we try to say
[CHORUS]:
Dm G C
we face back all the way
G Dm
Whoa, whoa
C G Dm
Whoa, whoa
[INSTRUMENTAL]:
C Em Dm C
[VERSE 2]:
C Em
now the cement's hardened in my chest
Dm G
a world of wax scraped in through text
C Em
and someone was calling just before I woke up
Dm G
my broken record spits good and bad luck
[PRECHORUS 2]:
Dm G
and with my broken, pale black eyes
C Am
I still see white when the snow falls lightly
Dm G
in the steady blur of the days
C Am
what brought us here, why we try to say
[CHORUS]:
Dm G C
we face back all the way
G Dm
Whoa, whoa
C G Dm
Whoa, whoa
[ENDING]:
Am G
Ahhh, Ah
Am G
Ahhhh, Ah
Dm G
Ohhhhh, Oh
C
Ohhhhhh
for some reason.
This was tabbed out for a beginner's solo acoustic. Feel free to use as a template, and enjoy!
[BEGINNING]:
C Em Dm C x2
[VERSE 1]:
C Em
we met one day in wet cement
Dm
where we glued our eyes shut
G
and pressed with our fists
C Em
and while the trees are shrinking now
Dm
they forgot their roots
G
and sloped in the ground
[PRECHORUS 1]:
Dm G
and while I'm picking out my favorite names
C Am
where our future is concerned
Dm G
in the steady blur of the days
C Am
what brought us here, why we try to say
[CHORUS]:
Dm G C
we face back all the way
G Dm
Whoa, whoa
C G Dm
Whoa, whoa
[INSTRUMENTAL]:
C Em Dm C
[VERSE 2]:
C Em
now the cement's hardened in my chest
Dm G
a world of wax scraped in through text
C Em
and someone was calling just before I woke up
Dm G
my broken record spits good and bad luck
[PRECHORUS 2]:
Dm G
and with my broken, pale black eyes
C Am
I still see white when the snow falls lightly
Dm G
in the steady blur of the days
C Am
what brought us here, why we try to say
[CHORUS]:
Dm G C
we face back all the way
G Dm
Whoa, whoa
C G Dm
Whoa, whoa
[ENDING]:
Am G
Ahhh, Ah
Am G
Ahhhh, Ah
Dm G
Ohhhhh, Oh
C
Ohhhhhh
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