Biografía:
Lambchop, originalmente Posterchild, es un grupo musical de Nashville, Tennessee formado en 1986. Lambchop está relacionada con el country alternativo, aunque su música no es fácil de encuadrar genéricamente.
El portal musical Allmusic se refiere al grupo como "arguably the most consistently brilliant and unique American group to emerge during the 1990s" [1] (posiblemente el único y más consistentemente brillante grupo americano surgido en los años 90).
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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!
[Intro]
F Bb Dm C
F Bb Dm
Am Gm Am Gm Am Gm Am C
[Verse]
F Bb Dm
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and
C C7
Things to come
F Bb Dm
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into
C
(the funnel of) my arms
Am Gm Am
And as always they're not strong And as always you
Gm Am Gm Am
Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut
C
Above the bleed
[Verse]
F Bb Dm C C7
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
F Bb Dm C
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
Am Gm Am Gm
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And
Am Gm Am C
it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
[Verse]
F Bb Dm
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
C C7
The ground, you're falling
F Am Dm
You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by
C C7
The dirty window
Am Gm
And I always, I'm very wrong
Am Gm
And I'm so into the blue
Am Gm
And it's so, if it's so
Am C
I just fly above the few
F C C G
[Coda]
F C G
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
F C G
Thing that's comfortable
F C
Purple peppers dirty rags make
G F C G F C
Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow me
G F C G F C G F C G
Don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me
F Bb Dm C
F Bb Dm
Am Gm Am Gm Am Gm Am C
[Verse]
F Bb Dm
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and
C C7
Things to come
F Bb Dm
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into
C
(the funnel of) my arms
Am Gm Am
And as always they're not strong And as always you
Gm Am Gm Am
Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut
C
Above the bleed
[Verse]
F Bb Dm C C7
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
F Bb Dm C
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
Am Gm Am Gm
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And
Am Gm Am C
it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
[Verse]
F Bb Dm
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
C C7
The ground, you're falling
F Am Dm
You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by
C C7
The dirty window
Am Gm
And I always, I'm very wrong
Am Gm
And I'm so into the blue
Am Gm
And it's so, if it's so
Am C
I just fly above the few
F C C G
[Coda]
F C G
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
F C G
Thing that's comfortable
F C
Purple peppers dirty rags make
G F C G F C
Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow me
G F C G F C G F C G
Don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me
Lana Parrilla
Lanae Hale
Lance Harvey & T (...)
Lance Major
Lance Miller
Landslide
Lane Turner
Laneway
Laney Jones
Laney Rene