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The Narrative es un conjunto de rock indie norteamericano formado en Long Island, Nova York en 2008.
Desde 2011, la banda está conformada por Suzie Zeldin (vocales y teclados) y Jesse Gabriel (guitarra y vocales). Previamente lo conjunto contó con la participación del baterista Charlie Seich.
La banda fue formada en 2008 en Long Island, después que Suzie Zeldin contestó el anuncio de Jesse Gabriel en Craigslist, en busca de músicos.
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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!
Capo 1
Intro:
C F Am G
Verse1:
C
Waiting in line,
F Am G
passing the time reading four month old magazines.
C F
The pale walls given life by the florescent lights,
Am G
exposing stains in the carpeting.
C F
And sitting at my side this mockery of life:
Am G
a plastic plant strictly for tasteless decor.
C
No one makes a sound
F Am G
but the sirens seeping through the space between the door and the floor.
Chorus:
Dm F
Well there's nothing left to say.
C G
The word's just collapse into
Dm F C G
colorful waves in the spectrum of sound
Dm F
and it's easy on the ears
C G
and it's nice to hear
F G Am
but it doesn't mean a thing.
F G
No it doesn't mean a thing.
C F Am G
Verse2:
The silence breaks
like a small earthquake shattering the calm - it's my name.
The familiar scent of sterile instruments
filters out from inside the hallway.
Your chin falls towards your lap, you know you can't come back
Just one more thing to make this a little bit harder.
You'll wait for the turn out.
Until then a sense of doubt hangs in the air like grief in a funeral parlor.
Chorus:
Dm F
Well there's nothing left to say.
C G
The word's just collapse into
Dm F C G
colorful waves in the spectrum of sound
Dm F
and it's easy on the ears
C G
and it's nice to hear
F G Am
but it doesn't mean a thing
F G
No, it doesn't mean
F G
No, it doesn't mean
F G C
No, it doesn't mean a thing
C C F G x4
C F G C
So tell me I'm okay with no areas of gray.
C F G Am
Tell me I can go, just don't say you don't know,
Am F G C
because there's nothing I can't take like these areas of gray,
C F G
so tell me I'm okay
Ending:
C
Intro:
C F Am G
Verse1:
C
Waiting in line,
F Am G
passing the time reading four month old magazines.
C F
The pale walls given life by the florescent lights,
Am G
exposing stains in the carpeting.
C F
And sitting at my side this mockery of life:
Am G
a plastic plant strictly for tasteless decor.
C
No one makes a sound
F Am G
but the sirens seeping through the space between the door and the floor.
Chorus:
Dm F
Well there's nothing left to say.
C G
The word's just collapse into
Dm F C G
colorful waves in the spectrum of sound
Dm F
and it's easy on the ears
C G
and it's nice to hear
F G Am
but it doesn't mean a thing.
F G
No it doesn't mean a thing.
C F Am G
Verse2:
The silence breaks
like a small earthquake shattering the calm - it's my name.
The familiar scent of sterile instruments
filters out from inside the hallway.
Your chin falls towards your lap, you know you can't come back
Just one more thing to make this a little bit harder.
You'll wait for the turn out.
Until then a sense of doubt hangs in the air like grief in a funeral parlor.
Chorus:
Dm F
Well there's nothing left to say.
C G
The word's just collapse into
Dm F C G
colorful waves in the spectrum of sound
Dm F
and it's easy on the ears
C G
and it's nice to hear
F G Am
but it doesn't mean a thing
F G
No, it doesn't mean
F G
No, it doesn't mean
F G C
No, it doesn't mean a thing
C C F G x4
C F G C
So tell me I'm okay with no areas of gray.
C F G Am
Tell me I can go, just don't say you don't know,
Am F G C
because there's nothing I can't take like these areas of gray,
C F G
so tell me I'm okay
Ending:
C
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The Neal Morse B (...)
The Negro Proble (...)
The Neighborhood (...)
The Nelons
The New Electric (...)
The New Frontier (...)
The New Limb
The New Lost Cit (...)
The New Low