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!
[Intro]
A
[Verse 1]
D A F#m A
They're singing Bread of Heaven but they're baking it with our dough
D A F#m A
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
D A F#m A
Wish I'd savoured that awkward little silence that grew up to be a deafening hush
D A F#m A
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
[Verse 2]
D A F#m A
He's playing dickhead's advocate and every date's a house show
D A F#m A
I'm dropping my defences 'til libido's my libero
D A F#m A
And if you're keeping track of the notches, even if he had a four-poster bed
D A F#m A
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchip, plucking splinters from his head
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
E
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
F#m A
And we feel like we're the only ones
[Chorus]
A E D F#m A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
E D F#m A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
E D F#m A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
E D F#m
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
[Post-Chorus]
D A F#m A
I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
D A F#m A
Bring its mouth to my lips: "Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"
[Bridge]
A D A D
We kneel at different altars but we all desire the same:
A D Bm A
For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
A D Bm A
We're small steps down a steep slope, exist as living proof:
F#m A
Not right to call this old age
Bm
But it certainly ain't youth no more
D
This certainly ain't youth
[Verse 3]
D A F#m A
I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled between the cobble stones
D A F#m A
For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
D A F#m A
Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls? Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
D A F#m A
Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
E
I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
F#m A
And I feel like I'm the only one
[Chorus]
A E D F#m A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
E D F#m A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
E D F#m A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
E D F#m
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
[Outro]
D E F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D E F#m
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
D E F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D E F#m A
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
A
[Verse 1]
D A F#m A
They're singing Bread of Heaven but they're baking it with our dough
D A F#m A
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
D A F#m A
Wish I'd savoured that awkward little silence that grew up to be a deafening hush
D A F#m A
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
[Verse 2]
D A F#m A
He's playing dickhead's advocate and every date's a house show
D A F#m A
I'm dropping my defences 'til libido's my libero
D A F#m A
And if you're keeping track of the notches, even if he had a four-poster bed
D A F#m A
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchip, plucking splinters from his head
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
E
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
F#m A
And we feel like we're the only ones
[Chorus]
A E D F#m A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
E D F#m A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
E D F#m A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
E D F#m
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
[Post-Chorus]
D A F#m A
I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
D A F#m A
Bring its mouth to my lips: "Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"
[Bridge]
A D A D
We kneel at different altars but we all desire the same:
A D Bm A
For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
A D Bm A
We're small steps down a steep slope, exist as living proof:
F#m A
Not right to call this old age
Bm
But it certainly ain't youth no more
D
This certainly ain't youth
[Verse 3]
D A F#m A
I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled between the cobble stones
D A F#m A
For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
D A F#m A
Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls? Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
D A F#m A
Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
E
I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
F#m A
And I feel like I'm the only one
[Chorus]
A E D F#m A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
E D F#m A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
E D F#m A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
E D F#m
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
[Outro]
D E F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D E F#m
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
D E F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D E F#m A
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
Los Claxons
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Los Dandy's
Los Daniels
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Los Hermanos
Los Huayra
Los Indios Tabaj (...)
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