Biografía:
Los Campesinos! son una banda de Gales que recuerda mucho al pop de Architecture In Helsinki (y con un cierto parecido en la estructura de las canciones a algunos temas de Broken Social Scene), confirmándose en una de las propuestas más frescas para este año. Entre sus contadas composiciones destacan (toda una declaración de intenciones), It Started With A Mixx , We Throw Parties, You Throw Knives o la excelente You! Me! Dancing!. El grupo en cuestión nació en 2006 y no contaba más que con un par de EPs en el mercado
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Otras canciones:
- Heart Swells/pacific Daylight Time
- Knee Deep At Atp
- The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future
- You! Me! Dancing!
- 5 Flucloxacillin
- A Litany Heart Swells
- A Portrait Of The Trequartista As A Young Man
- A Slow Slow Death
- As Lucerne The Low
- Avocado Baby
- Baby I Got The Death Rattle
- Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Break Beats
- By Your Hand
- Cemetery Gaits
- Coda A Burn Scar In The Shape Of The Sooner State
- Drop It Doe Eyes
- Fall Of Home
- For Flotsam
- For Whom The Belly Tolls
- Four Seasons
- Glue Me
- Got Stendhals
- Hate For The Island
- Hello Sadness
- Hung Empty
- I Broke Up In Amarante
- I Just Sighed I Just Sighed Just So You Know
- In Medias Res
- It Started With A Mixx
- Its Never That Easy Though Is It Song For The Other Kurt
- Letters From Me To Charlotte
- Life Is A Long Time
- Miserabilia
- My Year In Lists
- Renato Dallara
- Romance Is Boring
- Sad Suppers
- Selling Rope Swan Dive To Estuary
- She Crows Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown 4
- Songs About Your Girlfriend
- Sweet Dreams Sweet Cheeks
- The Time Before The Last Time
- This Is A Flag There Is No Wind
- Tiptoe Through The True Bits
- To The Boneyard
- To Tundra
- Too Many Flesh Suppers
- We Are All Accelerated Readers
- What Death Leaves Behind
- When Christmas Comes
- Who Fell Asleep In
- Yr Boyfriend
¡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!
This is how I play the song! Suggestions and corrections welcome.
Capo 1
[Intro]
D A D A F#m
D A D F#m E
(x2)
[Verse 1]
D A
Five Flucloxacillin rattle in the pit of my purse
F#m A
Among the ones and the twos, I never finished a course
D A
Doctor said, "Don't drink on antibiotics"
D A F#m A
Reply, "It doesn't matter, hangover's always chronic anyway"
[Pre-Chorus]
A D A
A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
D E
Shouting, "Step up your paces, we've got places to be"
D F#m
A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
G#m D
I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique"
[Chorus]
D A F#m A
They say if they had got the victory
D A F#m A
They'd act with so much more humility
D A F#m A D A
They say if they had got the victory
Bm
Well, I guess we'll never know!
[Instrumental]
D A D A F#m
D A D Bm
[Verse 2]
D A
Am I a piggy bank of obsolete currency?
F#m A
An order of merit from country known for tyranny?
D A
Another blister pack pops, but I still feel much the same
D A F#m
Thirty-one, and depression is a young man's game
[Instrumental]
D A D A F#m
D A D F#m E
[Verse 3]
D A
Found a fiver screwed up inside a prescription receipt
F#m A
From the salbutamol (No, a gift from the sertraline)
D A
Hallowed be somnolence brought on by the tramadol
D A F#m A
Damned be the knowledge that's it, now you have tried 'em all
[Pre-Chorus]
A D A
A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
D E
Shouting, "Step up your paces, we've got places to be"
D F#m
A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
G#m D
I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique"
[Chorus]
D A F#m A
They say if they had got the victory
D A F#m A
They'd act with so much more humility
D A F#m A D A
They say if they had got the victory
F#m A D A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m A D A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m A D A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m A D A Bm
Well, I guess we'll never know!
Capo 1
[Intro]
D A D A F#m
D A D F#m E
(x2)
[Verse 1]
D A
Five Flucloxacillin rattle in the pit of my purse
F#m A
Among the ones and the twos, I never finished a course
D A
Doctor said, "Don't drink on antibiotics"
D A F#m A
Reply, "It doesn't matter, hangover's always chronic anyway"
[Pre-Chorus]
A D A
A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
D E
Shouting, "Step up your paces, we've got places to be"
D F#m
A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
G#m D
I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique"
[Chorus]
D A F#m A
They say if they had got the victory
D A F#m A
They'd act with so much more humility
D A F#m A D A
They say if they had got the victory
Bm
Well, I guess we'll never know!
[Instrumental]
D A D A F#m
D A D Bm
[Verse 2]
D A
Am I a piggy bank of obsolete currency?
F#m A
An order of merit from country known for tyranny?
D A
Another blister pack pops, but I still feel much the same
D A F#m
Thirty-one, and depression is a young man's game
[Instrumental]
D A D A F#m
D A D F#m E
[Verse 3]
D A
Found a fiver screwed up inside a prescription receipt
F#m A
From the salbutamol (No, a gift from the sertraline)
D A
Hallowed be somnolence brought on by the tramadol
D A F#m A
Damned be the knowledge that's it, now you have tried 'em all
[Pre-Chorus]
A D A
A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
D E
Shouting, "Step up your paces, we've got places to be"
D F#m
A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
G#m D
I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique"
[Chorus]
D A F#m A
They say if they had got the victory
D A F#m A
They'd act with so much more humility
D A F#m A D A
They say if they had got the victory
F#m A D A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m A D A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m A D A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m A D A Bm
Well, I guess we'll never know!
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