Biografía:
Con gran influencia de Tool, pero con un toque más armónico y menos agresivo, esta banda logra un estilo personal propio y a la vez muy emotivo. Sus sonidos transportan al oyente a una atmósfera cargada de melodías envolventes, místicas y conmovedoras; por momentos dulce y por otros opresiva. Con una voz muy parecida a Maynard Keenan de Tool y un excelente estilo instrumental propio, logra una combinación única de elementos que hacen de la banda una experiencia que no puede pasarse por alto en el género del art-rock progresivo.
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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!
[Verse]
Am C
These are only words
Am Em
And artificial tones
Am Am
We're just skin-and-bones playing telephone with things
Em G
Probably never said at all
Am Em
This world is stitched with schemes
Em G
Where once, there was reality
Am F F
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances
Am Em Em
Between what we really are and who we claim to be
Am Am G F F
And the irony engine isn't lost on me
Am Em
The shame is that we saw it coming
Em
In the faces of the young among us
C
In crayon-and-paper drawings
C Am
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
Am G
What do they believe?
Am
Where are all their fathers?
Am Em
Where are all their mothers?
G
Who left them there alone
F G
With the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
G Am Em
"Figure it out on your own, child."
Am Am
If I still have anything to say
Am Em
I'll try to make it plain
G F
Contrivance is a luxury I don't have
F Em
In the time that's left before the madness overtakes me
C C C
I'm a voice among the voices
Em Em Em
The roar of whispers closes in
Am F
And the point seems to be pointless
Em Em Am
And I've forgotten who I am...
G Em Am G
And I've forgotten who I am...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
Artificial tones...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
These are only words...
Am C
These are only words
Am Em
And artificial tones
Am Am
We're just skin-and-bones playing telephone with things
Em G
Probably never said at all
Am Em
This world is stitched with schemes
Em G
Where once, there was reality
Am F F
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances
Am Em Em
Between what we really are and who we claim to be
Am Am G F F
And the irony engine isn't lost on me
Am Em
The shame is that we saw it coming
Em
In the faces of the young among us
C
In crayon-and-paper drawings
C Am
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
Am G
What do they believe?
Am
Where are all their fathers?
Am Em
Where are all their mothers?
G
Who left them there alone
F G
With the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
G Am Em
"Figure it out on your own, child."
Am Am
If I still have anything to say
Am Em
I'll try to make it plain
G F
Contrivance is a luxury I don't have
F Em
In the time that's left before the madness overtakes me
C C C
I'm a voice among the voices
Em Em Em
The roar of whispers closes in
Am F
And the point seems to be pointless
Em Em Am
And I've forgotten who I am...
G Em Am G
And I've forgotten who I am...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
Artificial tones...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
These are only words...
Rissi Palmer
Rita Baloche
Rita Barbera
Rita Coolidge
Rita Corita
Ritam nereda
Ritchie
Ritchie Blackmor (...)
Ritchie Remo
Rites of Spring