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Captive Of The Sun

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Surgidos en Denton, Texas, pero radicados desde hace ya algunos años en Nueva York, Andrew Savage, Austin Brown, Sean Yeaton y Max Savage, irrumpieron en el albor de la segunda década del siglo con una idea tan alocada como básica. Indie rock de guitarras ruidosas envuelto en un celofán de post-punk que cautivó rápidamente el oído de los más nostálgicos.

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Captive Of The Sun - Parquet Courts
Human Performance - 2016

also included verse from Captive Of The Sun ft. Bun B off the Captive Of The Sun 12"
https://store.roughtraderecords.com/products/parquet-courts-captive-of-the-sun-12
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eeY9scCsYY
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[Intro]
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A D
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A D

[Verse 1]
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My miss phonia brought the faders up, now
A D
she's a military grade in Dolby surround
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around 5.1, Cue the barking from the baritone
A D
conductor in the pit for the car honk duet
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Half-tone harmony from the sewer
A D
Rebel youth choir belt phrases even newer
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Dump truck man drops the beat with trash cans,
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call 911! We got therapy demands.
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Philharmonic got a first chair car crash
A D
Pan the falsetto to smash the glass
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It's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse
A D
A melody abandoned in the key of New York

[Chorus 1]
Dbm D
Where nothing comes after, I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters
B Dbm D F#
I don't get out, I don't have fun, Livin' like a captive of the sun

[Verse 2]
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So I gotta put my shades on
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Riding through the city as I gets my escalade on
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Flipping down the streets that my reputation was made on
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King of the city, the mayor finna put a parade on
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Drop the confetti from off the rooftop
A D
Well I come down candy and let my roof drop
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I got a baddie shotgun in a tube top
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With some Daisy Dukes on and some tube socks, listening to Tupac
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You ain't know I do rock records, I do it all
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I got my hands in some cookie jars, you ain't knew at all
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I took a chance and threw caution up in the wind
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Cuz I got nothing to lose but got something to win

[Chorus 2]
Dbm
We throw it up against the wall and see if it sticks
D
It's gon' end up being a bomb or being the shit
B
They said the fix was in, guess we'll know when it's done
Dbm D F#
Until then we'll just be captives of the sun

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[Verse 3]
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I sightread the chart, clap the rocks into sand
A D
A 12-pass van on a pot-hold bandstand
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got an oil-can hangover by default
A D
and trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt.
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Skull shakin' cadence of the J train rolls
A D
Rhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse
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Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort
A D
to the melody abandoned in the key of New York

[Chorus 1]

Dbm D
Where nothing comes after. I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters.
B Dbm D F#
I don't get out. I don't have fun. Living like a captive of the sun.

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