Biografía:
Million Dead fue una banda londinense de hardcore/punk formada en el 2000, por dos ex-miembros de Kneejerk.
Se caracterizaba por la originalidad y diversidad de sus riffs de guitarra así como sus letras tanto social como políticamente comprometidas.
Lanzaron dos Lp's:
- A song to Ruin (2003) que recibió muy buenas críticas
- Harmony no Harmony (2005) el cual no fue tan bien aceptado como su anterior trabajo, y tras el cual la banda se disolvió.
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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
C, Am, G, Em (x2)
Verse 1
C Am
I am the small town linesman
G Em
And you'll find me out here on the line.
C G
Searching ceaselessly to simply
Am G C
Find a place i can call mine.
Am G
Every corner of this country
Em C
Criss-crossed out with coloured lines.
G/C
The city lies before me,
G Am G C
Another city sprawling out behind.
Chorus
Em C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Em
Trapped in suburban England.
Verse 2
C Am
Since the Scramble ended,
G Em
Since the West was won on wagon trails,
C G
It seems the Mazzini's paradisical
Am G C
Panopticon prevailed.
Am G
My walkabouts no longer take me
Em C
Beyond a choice of different jails.
G/C
Why should i have to choose a state
G Am G C
When every one of them has failed?
Chorus
Em C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Em
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
Dm C
And i promise not to overthrow the state
D(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
Dm C
I emigrate.
Bridge
So I have sailed the seven seas alone,
Trying to find a shore I can call home.
But all i found are different flags,
Double-speaking diplomats, and
I do not have time for that.
So I'll declare my own sovereign state, - I cant figure out the bridge =[
The borders based on the
Bottoms of my boots,
And i will open embasies
Wherever the hell i please,
And at assemblies
You will see me sat
But never on my knees.
Chorus
Em C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Em
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
Dm C
And i promise not to overthrow the state
D(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
Dm C
I emigrate.
Dm C
And I'd gladly leave your Metternich's alone
D(slide up C shape)
As long as where
Dm C
I lay my head i can be my very own.
(Repeat Intro)
I am the Winchester lineman.
Chorus
Em C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Em
Trapped in suburban England.
Coda
C Em
But here I will not remain-
C
No I'll ride into the sunset,
Em Dm
Where my horse waits on the plain,
C slide to D
And I keep walking the li --------- ine.
C, Am, G, Em (x2)
Verse 1
C Am
I am the small town linesman
G Em
And you'll find me out here on the line.
C G
Searching ceaselessly to simply
Am G C
Find a place i can call mine.
Am G
Every corner of this country
Em C
Criss-crossed out with coloured lines.
G/C
The city lies before me,
G Am G C
Another city sprawling out behind.
Chorus
Em C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Em
Trapped in suburban England.
Verse 2
C Am
Since the Scramble ended,
G Em
Since the West was won on wagon trails,
C G
It seems the Mazzini's paradisical
Am G C
Panopticon prevailed.
Am G
My walkabouts no longer take me
Em C
Beyond a choice of different jails.
G/C
Why should i have to choose a state
G Am G C
When every one of them has failed?
Chorus
Em C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Em
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
Dm C
And i promise not to overthrow the state
D(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
Dm C
I emigrate.
Bridge
So I have sailed the seven seas alone,
Trying to find a shore I can call home.
But all i found are different flags,
Double-speaking diplomats, and
I do not have time for that.
So I'll declare my own sovereign state, - I cant figure out the bridge =[
The borders based on the
Bottoms of my boots,
And i will open embasies
Wherever the hell i please,
And at assemblies
You will see me sat
But never on my knees.
Chorus
Em C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Em
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
Dm C
And i promise not to overthrow the state
D(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
Dm C
I emigrate.
Dm C
And I'd gladly leave your Metternich's alone
D(slide up C shape)
As long as where
Dm C
I lay my head i can be my very own.
(Repeat Intro)
I am the Winchester lineman.
Chorus
Em C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Em
Trapped in suburban England.
Coda
C Em
But here I will not remain-
C
No I'll ride into the sunset,
Em Dm
Where my horse waits on the plain,
C slide to D
And I keep walking the li --------- ine.
Milmine
Milo Heraldo
Milo Meskens
Milon Mahmud
Milos Radovanovi (...)
Milton Valle
Miltos Pashalidi (...)
Milva
Mily
Mimicking Birds