Biografía:
Ben, Alex, Albert & Murph. Melbourne based rock band.
If you like melodrama, hi 5's and vegetarian pasties you may be inclined to like Slowly Slowly. Their debut LP 'Chamomile' came out in August 2016.
Slowly Slowly are on tour with Something For Kate throughout November and their sophomore LP 'Aliens' is due for release in early 2018.
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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!
New York, Paris
[Verse]
E F# A
Dry cicada shells
Cm B A
move in the wind like you have bones
E F# A
walk on the road
Cm B E
wait for the cars, don't get hit
E F# A
you sit and heal my hand
Cm B A
I know you have had trouble sleeping
E F# A
Isn't that always the way
Cm B E
All my friends are the same
A B
They sing what would I do for an ear or two
E
I'm alone in suburbia
Cm
alone just like you
A
while the backdoors swinging
B
no one wants to talk
E
so when the going gets tough
Cm
I dream of New York
A B
I saw it on the tv
looks right to me
E F# A
I'm not alone
E F# A
I know I'm not alone
E F# A
I'm not alone
E F# A
Dry cicada shell
Cm B A
Why did you stay home again
E F# A
You know they're waiting for you
Cm B E
but I guess you were just waiting to
A B
what would I do for a drink or two
E Cm
something to drown out all the words I should use
A B
while my right hand swinging into the back of your head
E Cm
I knew at that moment I should have stayed home in bed
A
but when the going gets tough
B
I don't get embarrassed
E Cm
I just close my dead eyes and I'll dream of Paris
A B
I saw it on the tv looks alright to me
E F# A
I'm not alone
E F# A
I know I'm not alone
E F# A
I'm not alone
[Instrumental]
E F# A x2
G#
[Verse]
A B
The oldest of two but the youngest at heart
Cm E
You can trace my align in the black tires marks
A B
Or out on the gutter with my head caved in
Cm E
Or behind the tattered shop if you wanna hide your skin
A B
I'm not ashamed, no I'm not embarrassed
Cm A
Well some of us won't make it to New York or Paris
A B
I made my own here at home.
E F# A x2
E
A tired old boy
stuck out in space
Cm A
watching the earth turn, like a disappointed race
E
there's a boy in my bed, he keeps pointing at hell
Cm
and I know that he means it
A
and you know as well
me and you.
E Cm A
If I can't fix the world I'll fix you.
E Cm A
If I can't fix the world I'll fix you.
[Verse]
E F# A
Dry cicada shells
Cm B A
move in the wind like you have bones
E F# A
walk on the road
Cm B E
wait for the cars, don't get hit
E F# A
you sit and heal my hand
Cm B A
I know you have had trouble sleeping
E F# A
Isn't that always the way
Cm B E
All my friends are the same
A B
They sing what would I do for an ear or two
E
I'm alone in suburbia
Cm
alone just like you
A
while the backdoors swinging
B
no one wants to talk
E
so when the going gets tough
Cm
I dream of New York
A B
I saw it on the tv
looks right to me
E F# A
I'm not alone
E F# A
I know I'm not alone
E F# A
I'm not alone
E F# A
Dry cicada shell
Cm B A
Why did you stay home again
E F# A
You know they're waiting for you
Cm B E
but I guess you were just waiting to
A B
what would I do for a drink or two
E Cm
something to drown out all the words I should use
A B
while my right hand swinging into the back of your head
E Cm
I knew at that moment I should have stayed home in bed
A
but when the going gets tough
B
I don't get embarrassed
E Cm
I just close my dead eyes and I'll dream of Paris
A B
I saw it on the tv looks alright to me
E F# A
I'm not alone
E F# A
I know I'm not alone
E F# A
I'm not alone
[Instrumental]
E F# A x2
G#
[Verse]
A B
The oldest of two but the youngest at heart
Cm E
You can trace my align in the black tires marks
A B
Or out on the gutter with my head caved in
Cm E
Or behind the tattered shop if you wanna hide your skin
A B
I'm not ashamed, no I'm not embarrassed
Cm A
Well some of us won't make it to New York or Paris
A B
I made my own here at home.
E F# A x2
E
A tired old boy
stuck out in space
Cm A
watching the earth turn, like a disappointed race
E
there's a boy in my bed, he keeps pointing at hell
Cm
and I know that he means it
A
and you know as well
me and you.
E Cm A
If I can't fix the world I'll fix you.
E Cm A
If I can't fix the world I'll fix you.
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