Biografía:
Lloyd Cole (nació el 31 de Enero de 1961) es un cantante ingles mayormente conocido por su rol de vocal en la banda Loyd Cole and the Commontions.
Nació en Buxton, Derbyshire. Creció cerca de Chapel en le Frith y atendió New Mills Grammar School para luego atender a Runshaw College en Leyland Lancashire.
Luego de estudiar leyes y fallar en University College London, decidió ingresar a University Of Glasgow donde estudió filosofía (aunque no se graduó) y allí conoció al resto de los miembros de The Commotions.
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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: Am D
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining in St. Petersburg, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
I left my raincoat with my romany gypsy cards say that
F D
There isn't any justice in this world as far as I have seen
F D G F (let ring) Am
No more or less than we deserve, hell, no desire to be free
F C Am F C Am
We're always scheming in the singles bars, bells are ringing ain't it great to be alive
F C Am D
Watch me turning prematurely grey, aw the money's killing me
F D
But there's a reason for this drinking, you see the poison tastes so sweet
F D G
And it beats the hell out of thinking, all good christians agree
C Am F
I'v been walking circles, foot nailed to the floor
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, I just lock my door
F G F (let ring)
I do believe I've seen it all
Am D
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining when your drying out, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
Everybody loves you when your down and out, the money's killing me
F D
There isn't any justice in this world
F D G
No more or less than we deserve, I've no desire to be free
C Am F
I'll be whistling dixie, rocks down to my feet
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G
This town will be the death of me
C Am F
Pretty boys and pretty girls, everyone a saint
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G F (let ring)
This town will be the death of me
Am
The death of me
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining in St. Petersburg, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
I left my raincoat with my romany gypsy cards say that
F D
There isn't any justice in this world as far as I have seen
F D G F (let ring) Am
No more or less than we deserve, hell, no desire to be free
F C Am F C Am
We're always scheming in the singles bars, bells are ringing ain't it great to be alive
F C Am D
Watch me turning prematurely grey, aw the money's killing me
F D
But there's a reason for this drinking, you see the poison tastes so sweet
F D G
And it beats the hell out of thinking, all good christians agree
C Am F
I'v been walking circles, foot nailed to the floor
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, I just lock my door
F G F (let ring)
I do believe I've seen it all
Am D
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining when your drying out, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
Everybody loves you when your down and out, the money's killing me
F D
There isn't any justice in this world
F D G
No more or less than we deserve, I've no desire to be free
C Am F
I'll be whistling dixie, rocks down to my feet
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G
This town will be the death of me
C Am F
Pretty boys and pretty girls, everyone a saint
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G F (let ring)
This town will be the death of me
Am
The death of me
Lloyd Umali
Lloyds Garage
LMNT
LMP
LMT
Loaded Gravy
Loba
LOBODA
Lobow
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