Biografía:
The Collection is a collection of chaunters and cantatrices collectively carousing carols by a close to competent composer enciting colloquial celebrations with christ, citizens, criminals and miscreants.
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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 C [x4]
[Verse 1]
Am
It's fire season again
G C Am G
And the ash in the air has my eyes stinging
C Am G C Am
And I can hear the winter slowly awakening
G C Am G
The mountains are my only goal
C Am
So I can shed my skin, and be made whole
G C Am G C Am G
And the crisp air and the red clay will be my salvation
[Chorus]
F C G
Well, your absence sets in with the early frost
F C G
And the things that I've loved are the things I have lost
F C G
The wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats
F G Am
This year I am becoming my own home
F C
This year I am becoming my home
Am C Am G C
[Verse 2]
Am G
The birds are already leaving
C Am C
I guess you got swept in their migration
Am G C Am
And now every nest I come across looks abandoned
C Am
Pacing every inch of this room
G C Am
Looking for one spot without memories of you
G C Am G
But the blisters turn to callus if I'll just keep walking
[Chorus]
G F C G
Your absence sets in with the burning trees
F C G
And the things that I love are the things that I bleed
F C G
The wine from the water, the flesh from the bone
F G Am
This year I am becoming my own home
F C
This year I am becoming my home
C F Am G [x2]
[Bridge]
C F
Well I found my way out of this chain-link language
Am G
To let my words going without eyeing the finish
C F
The floorboards cracked and rotted till they all fell down
Am G
But we couldn't keep our eyes off the ground
C F
With the heat on high, and the windows open
Am G
This winding road is the path we've chosen
C F
And the sunrise and the sunset are keeping time
Am G C
But the only eyes that see them are mine
F C
This year I am becoming my own home
F C
This year I am becoming my own
C
Am C [x4]
[Verse 1]
Am
It's fire season again
G C Am G
And the ash in the air has my eyes stinging
C Am G C Am
And I can hear the winter slowly awakening
G C Am G
The mountains are my only goal
C Am
So I can shed my skin, and be made whole
G C Am G C Am G
And the crisp air and the red clay will be my salvation
[Chorus]
F C G
Well, your absence sets in with the early frost
F C G
And the things that I've loved are the things I have lost
F C G
The wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats
F G Am
This year I am becoming my own home
F C
This year I am becoming my home
Am C Am G C
[Verse 2]
Am G
The birds are already leaving
C Am C
I guess you got swept in their migration
Am G C Am
And now every nest I come across looks abandoned
C Am
Pacing every inch of this room
G C Am
Looking for one spot without memories of you
G C Am G
But the blisters turn to callus if I'll just keep walking
[Chorus]
G F C G
Your absence sets in with the burning trees
F C G
And the things that I love are the things that I bleed
F C G
The wine from the water, the flesh from the bone
F G Am
This year I am becoming my own home
F C
This year I am becoming my home
C F Am G [x2]
[Bridge]
C F
Well I found my way out of this chain-link language
Am G
To let my words going without eyeing the finish
C F
The floorboards cracked and rotted till they all fell down
Am G
But we couldn't keep our eyes off the ground
C F
With the heat on high, and the windows open
Am G
This winding road is the path we've chosen
C F
And the sunrise and the sunset are keeping time
Am G C
But the only eyes that see them are mine
F C
This year I am becoming my own home
F C
This year I am becoming my own
The Color
The Color Morale
The Color Purple
The Color Wild
The Colour Movem (...)
The Confession
The Confusions
The Congress
The Connells
The Connoisseurs