Biografía:
Winter People are a six piece hailing from Sydney, Australia. The band described their sound as "Post-Rock Folk music, blending the harmonies of the old world, with the distortions of the new. Songs of the modern wilderness".
The group was formed in 2008 and recorded their debut 'The Dog Years EP' in early 2009. The band took a highly DIY approach, with songwriter Dylan Baskind recording, mixing and producing the tracks.
In September 2012 their first studio album, 'A Year at Sea' released.
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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!
"Gallons" by Winter People
Bm, D, A, G through the entire song except part at end, where it is just G, Bm, A. Goes
back to Bm, D, A, G at very end.
Bm D
Well the spells and incantations
A G
Of the dawn
Bm D
Get broken by the beat
A G
Of the street-sweeper's drum
And the way, the way is dark
The way is long
In this rotten metropolis
Our common apocalypse
Of storm-drains and neon
Bm
When the one
D
That you dream of
A G
Is gone
Fifteen gallons of poison
That you've poured in
To the breach
That's been left behind
From your open heart
Wine bottle surgeries
And all the pretty, young lovers
Are overflowing in the gutters
And unfolding for one another
Like there's something that you don't know
Like this one here
With her lipstick smeared
And her lukewarm thighs
But that's better than none
When the one
That you dream of
Is gone
G
Ah the waste-lakes, the drink
And it all starts to swim
Bm A
Fifteen gallons of poison
G
The ground cracks open
And the city falls in
Bm A
Fifteen gallons of poison
Bm D A G
Bm, D, A, G through the entire song except part at end, where it is just G, Bm, A. Goes
back to Bm, D, A, G at very end.
Bm D
Well the spells and incantations
A G
Of the dawn
Bm D
Get broken by the beat
A G
Of the street-sweeper's drum
And the way, the way is dark
The way is long
In this rotten metropolis
Our common apocalypse
Of storm-drains and neon
Bm
When the one
D
That you dream of
A G
Is gone
Fifteen gallons of poison
That you've poured in
To the breach
That's been left behind
From your open heart
Wine bottle surgeries
And all the pretty, young lovers
Are overflowing in the gutters
And unfolding for one another
Like there's something that you don't know
Like this one here
With her lipstick smeared
And her lukewarm thighs
But that's better than none
When the one
That you dream of
Is gone
G
Ah the waste-lakes, the drink
And it all starts to swim
Bm A
Fifteen gallons of poison
G
The ground cracks open
And the city falls in
Bm A
Fifteen gallons of poison
Bm D A G
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