Biografía:
Talos aka Eoin French is the musician from Cork, Ireland.
Eoin French’s work as Talos has seen his fondness for gossamer electronic beats, tender emotional moods and falsetto-friendly phrasing take on a distinctive form and shape.
Some facts about him:
- He learned piano at the Cork School of Music from age six to 12, but it was another couple of years before he got the songwriting bug.
- His musical tastes were shaped by family and friends.
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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!
This artist is not yet submitted but I believe he very well deserves to.
Here is a link to his spotify: spotify:artist:5pdzKTGQAcRcxDOfN4mXSc
Th
Tuning: Standard
No Capo
Chords:
Dm C G F Am
E---------------------------------
B----6---5------------------------
G----7---5---4---2---5------------
D------------5---3---7------------
A----5---3------------------------
E------------3---1---5------------
Dm C G
It's amour before we're lost we test our peace
F Am G
it's your privateness that taunts right next to me
Dm C G
taste this fatal avalanche, a monster, me
F Am G
then I fade just like violence, calling, passing, breathe
Dm C G
F Am G
Am C G F
With your hounds and wolves carry me to the sea
Am C G
give your thousand wounds to me
Dm C G
Maybe we're water and this is all salt
F Am G
though it never happened it tears us apart, apart
Dm C G F Am G
and in that light I cast alone, it feels like I was slipping off with devils
Am C G F
With your hounds and wolves carry me to the sea
Am C G
give your thousand wounds to me
Am C G F
With your hounds and wolves carry me to the sea
Am C G
give your thousand wounds to me
Am C F
Am C F
Am C F
Your love is an island, I'm scorched in the sands of it
Am C F
Your love is an island, I'm scorched in the sands of it...
Here is a link to his spotify: spotify:artist:5pdzKTGQAcRcxDOfN4mXSc
Th
Tuning: Standard
No Capo
Chords:
Dm C G F Am
E---------------------------------
B----6---5------------------------
G----7---5---4---2---5------------
D------------5---3---7------------
A----5---3------------------------
E------------3---1---5------------
Dm C G
It's amour before we're lost we test our peace
F Am G
it's your privateness that taunts right next to me
Dm C G
taste this fatal avalanche, a monster, me
F Am G
then I fade just like violence, calling, passing, breathe
Dm C G
F Am G
Am C G F
With your hounds and wolves carry me to the sea
Am C G
give your thousand wounds to me
Dm C G
Maybe we're water and this is all salt
F Am G
though it never happened it tears us apart, apart
Dm C G F Am G
and in that light I cast alone, it feels like I was slipping off with devils
Am C G F
With your hounds and wolves carry me to the sea
Am C G
give your thousand wounds to me
Am C G F
With your hounds and wolves carry me to the sea
Am C G
give your thousand wounds to me
Am C F
Am C F
Am C F
Your love is an island, I'm scorched in the sands of it
Am C F
Your love is an island, I'm scorched in the sands of it...
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