Biografía:
Wil Wagner (born May 21, 1990) is an Australian folk/punk/rock singer-songwriter from Melbourne, Victoria. Wagner began writing music around the age of sixteen, eventually recording and releasing an album entitled Us Boys Run under the moniker of "Wil Wagner and Friends" in 2008. A backing band was formed the following year, who would eventually come to be known as The Smith Street Band. In 2011, Wagner formed the side project Being Amazing!!, in which he provides bass and backing vocals.
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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 Am7 F G
[Verse 1]
C Am7
And my darling I am sorry I'm not nearer, I'm at some godforsaken service station
F
watching my friends get thinner, and their eyes fade
G
I'd trade a year for a day with the blinds drawn
C
And I'd lay with you for hours, counting the scratches on my ceiling
Am7
peeling the paint off with our fingernails,
F G
we watched the clouds start spinning on the street – unstrapped the shoes from our feet
C
And my mother only asks that I look after myself,
Am7
but I have always been far too scared to ever ask for help,
F G
And I know that I put you through hell, but I promise I am getting well.
[Chorus]
F G C Am7
You're so ugly when you're high, but then again, so am I
F G C Am7
Making excuses for my behaviour, coming back to be a saviour, I'm a saint - king of all things breakable
F G C
But you've got no idea what these hands can do when empty
[Verse 2]
C Am7
And I will let you down, I won't make it to the afternoon
F
And as the sun closes in, I'm making promises again
F
Too soon, confessions in between songs, our hands by our side
F
and wrapped around drinks and barely listening to
C Am7
words about people that I hope to never meet, you were the tenderest of comrades,
F
the homeliest of thieves but I've got enough friends, and I've had enough time to come to the conclusion
G
that you are not mine - you were never mine
C
She's got eyes like crystal balls, she talks like crystal meth,
Am7
and I'm hopeful but doubting she won't answer, she's dancing
F G F
And you're pretty so I’ll forgive you, but you're by no means beautiful so I won't forget it
[Chorus]
G C Am7
So ugly when you're high, but then again, so am I
F G C
Making excuses for my behaviour, coming back to be a saviour,
Am7
I'm a fucking saint - king of all things breakable
F G
But you've got no idea
F G
No you've got no idea
C
No I've got no idea
F G Am7
what these hands can do, these hands can do when they are empty
C Am7 F G
[Verse 1]
C Am7
And my darling I am sorry I'm not nearer, I'm at some godforsaken service station
F
watching my friends get thinner, and their eyes fade
G
I'd trade a year for a day with the blinds drawn
C
And I'd lay with you for hours, counting the scratches on my ceiling
Am7
peeling the paint off with our fingernails,
F G
we watched the clouds start spinning on the street – unstrapped the shoes from our feet
C
And my mother only asks that I look after myself,
Am7
but I have always been far too scared to ever ask for help,
F G
And I know that I put you through hell, but I promise I am getting well.
[Chorus]
F G C Am7
You're so ugly when you're high, but then again, so am I
F G C Am7
Making excuses for my behaviour, coming back to be a saviour, I'm a saint - king of all things breakable
F G C
But you've got no idea what these hands can do when empty
[Verse 2]
C Am7
And I will let you down, I won't make it to the afternoon
F
And as the sun closes in, I'm making promises again
F
Too soon, confessions in between songs, our hands by our side
F
and wrapped around drinks and barely listening to
C Am7
words about people that I hope to never meet, you were the tenderest of comrades,
F
the homeliest of thieves but I've got enough friends, and I've had enough time to come to the conclusion
G
that you are not mine - you were never mine
C
She's got eyes like crystal balls, she talks like crystal meth,
Am7
and I'm hopeful but doubting she won't answer, she's dancing
F G F
And you're pretty so I’ll forgive you, but you're by no means beautiful so I won't forget it
[Chorus]
G C Am7
So ugly when you're high, but then again, so am I
F G C
Making excuses for my behaviour, coming back to be a saviour,
Am7
I'm a fucking saint - king of all things breakable
F G
But you've got no idea
F G
No you've got no idea
C
No I've got no idea
F G Am7
what these hands can do, these hands can do when they are empty
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