Biografía:
Lo primero que llama la atención es ese falsete al borde del desmayo con el que Hayden Thorpe acorta distancias entre Suede y el pop británico de nuevo cuño. Lo segundo, la riqueza cromática y rítmica de la que los de Leeds hace gala en “Two Dancers”, álbum que dobla la apuesta de su debut, “Limbo, Panto”, y refuerza esa mezcla de funk marciano, art-pop y glam desafiante. Como unos Vampire Weekend liderados por Antony Hegarty, Wild Beasts
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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!
F Am
Carry me hooting and howling
Dm
To the river to wash off my hands
A#
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
F Am
Any rival who goes for our girls
Dm
Will be left thumb sucking in terror
A#
and bereft of all coffin bearers
F Am (x2)
F
A crude art, a bovver boot ballet
Am C
equally elegant and ugly.
F
I was as thrilled as I was appalled
Am C
courting him in fisticuffing waltz
F
Now I'm not saying the lads always deserve a brayin
Am C
And I'm not saying the girls are worth the fines I'm payin
F
We're just brutes bored in our bovver boots
Am C
We're just brutes clowning 'round in cahoots
F
We're just brutes looking for shops to loot
Am C
We're just brutes hoping to have a hoot
F Am C (x2)
Chorus: (repeat like thousand times)
F
Hooting, hooting and howling
Am C
Hooting, hooting and howling
F Am
Carry me hooting and howling
Dm
To the river to wash off my hands
A#
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
F Am
Any rival who goes for our girls
Dm
Will be left thumb sucking in terror
A#
and bereft of all coffin bearers
Chorus: (repeat like thousand times again)
F
Hooting, hooting and howling
Am C
Hooting, hooting and howling
Carry me hooting and howling
Dm
To the river to wash off my hands
A#
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
F Am
Any rival who goes for our girls
Dm
Will be left thumb sucking in terror
A#
and bereft of all coffin bearers
F Am (x2)
F
A crude art, a bovver boot ballet
Am C
equally elegant and ugly.
F
I was as thrilled as I was appalled
Am C
courting him in fisticuffing waltz
F
Now I'm not saying the lads always deserve a brayin
Am C
And I'm not saying the girls are worth the fines I'm payin
F
We're just brutes bored in our bovver boots
Am C
We're just brutes clowning 'round in cahoots
F
We're just brutes looking for shops to loot
Am C
We're just brutes hoping to have a hoot
F Am C (x2)
Chorus: (repeat like thousand times)
F
Hooting, hooting and howling
Am C
Hooting, hooting and howling
F Am
Carry me hooting and howling
Dm
To the river to wash off my hands
A#
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
F Am
Any rival who goes for our girls
Dm
Will be left thumb sucking in terror
A#
and bereft of all coffin bearers
Chorus: (repeat like thousand times again)
F
Hooting, hooting and howling
Am C
Hooting, hooting and howling
Wild Light
Wild Moccasins
Wild Ones
Wild Silk
Wild Sweet Orang (...)
Wildermiss
Wilderness Love
WILDES
wildfire.
Wildflowers