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.
(This song is very complicated, so I tried my best! Definitely not 100% right)
[Intro]
Bb
[Verse 1]
Dm
First and foremost, don't let it be said
F Am
I am writing this at 7:10 am
Dm
On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt
F Am
Astronomically speaking, it's the first day of autumn
Dm
But the sun is hanging 'round like summer's hungover
F Am
They'll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit
Dm
The traffic's so persistent that it barely registers
F Am
And it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit
[Chorus]
Bb Am C Dm
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
Bb F Am C
I just sighed, the universe replied, "Let this pass you by"
[Verse 2]
Dm F Am
Sometimes it's just enough to know I keep him on his toes
Dm F Am
Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely demise of your synthetic clothes?
Dm F Am
I've displayed marriage proposals on the Jumbotrons of ballgames you've not been at
Dm F Am
I've written eulogies in guestbooks of galleries in the hope that you might pass
[Chorus]
Bb Am C Dm
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
Bb F Am C
I just sighed, the universe replied, "Let this pass you by"
[Bridge]
Dm C#
She, nervous and barefoot, chats to me at the front door
F Am
He, boyfriend, inside's a saint, becoming a martyr
Dm C#
Me rolling, writhing on the floor, stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall
F C Gm F C Gm Bb F Gm Bb C
When I hold sea shells to my ears, I'm pretty sure I can hear you
[Verse 3]
Dm
He gave a gift of the Faber Book of Love Poems
F Am Dm
Annotated the ones he thought applied the most
Not gonna win you round with prose
F Am
If anyone should know then it's I should know (Oh-oh)
F
Girl, there must be a reason you let it slip
Gm
Went to the point of sending the message
Am
Six months of visceral Catherine Wheels
Bb C
Kissing carnivores to make it seem like less of a deal
[Chorus]
Bb Am C Dm
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
Bb F Am C
I just sighed, the universe replied, "Let this pass you by"
[Bridge]
Dm C#
I promise after this I will pick up the phone book
F Am
And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look
Dm C#
Aim all of my poorly composed declarations there in the future
F C Gm F Gm Bb
I'm so sorry to have to put you through a lifetime of
C Gm
Dedications that you never desired
[Pre-Outro]
Dm C F Am
Dm C F Am Bb F C Am Bb F C Am
And this one sentence bludgeons me over the head
Dm
(Okay) I'm a little bit drunk, and I mean just a little bit
F
No lush in denial, only rather coquettish
Dm
I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son
F
Like I barely survived a girls' school education
Gm
Prettier now that you've grown your hair long
Bb
I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off
[Outro]
Dm C Bb Dm F Bb
Please just let me be the one to keep track
Dm C Bb Dm F Bb F Bb
Of the freckles and the moles on your back
(This song is very complicated, so I tried my best! Definitely not 100% right)
[Intro]
Bb
[Verse 1]
Dm
First and foremost, don't let it be said
F Am
I am writing this at 7:10 am
Dm
On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt
F Am
Astronomically speaking, it's the first day of autumn
Dm
But the sun is hanging 'round like summer's hungover
F Am
They'll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit
Dm
The traffic's so persistent that it barely registers
F Am
And it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit
[Chorus]
Bb Am C Dm
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
Bb F Am C
I just sighed, the universe replied, "Let this pass you by"
[Verse 2]
Dm F Am
Sometimes it's just enough to know I keep him on his toes
Dm F Am
Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely demise of your synthetic clothes?
Dm F Am
I've displayed marriage proposals on the Jumbotrons of ballgames you've not been at
Dm F Am
I've written eulogies in guestbooks of galleries in the hope that you might pass
[Chorus]
Bb Am C Dm
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
Bb F Am C
I just sighed, the universe replied, "Let this pass you by"
[Bridge]
Dm C#
She, nervous and barefoot, chats to me at the front door
F Am
He, boyfriend, inside's a saint, becoming a martyr
Dm C#
Me rolling, writhing on the floor, stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall
F C Gm F C Gm Bb F Gm Bb C
When I hold sea shells to my ears, I'm pretty sure I can hear you
[Verse 3]
Dm
He gave a gift of the Faber Book of Love Poems
F Am Dm
Annotated the ones he thought applied the most
Not gonna win you round with prose
F Am
If anyone should know then it's I should know (Oh-oh)
F
Girl, there must be a reason you let it slip
Gm
Went to the point of sending the message
Am
Six months of visceral Catherine Wheels
Bb C
Kissing carnivores to make it seem like less of a deal
[Chorus]
Bb Am C Dm
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
Bb F Am C
I just sighed, the universe replied, "Let this pass you by"
[Bridge]
Dm C#
I promise after this I will pick up the phone book
F Am
And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look
Dm C#
Aim all of my poorly composed declarations there in the future
F C Gm F Gm Bb
I'm so sorry to have to put you through a lifetime of
C Gm
Dedications that you never desired
[Pre-Outro]
Dm C F Am
Dm C F Am Bb F C Am Bb F C Am
And this one sentence bludgeons me over the head
Dm
(Okay) I'm a little bit drunk, and I mean just a little bit
F
No lush in denial, only rather coquettish
Dm
I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son
F
Like I barely survived a girls' school education
Gm
Prettier now that you've grown your hair long
Bb
I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off
[Outro]
Dm C Bb Dm F Bb
Please just let me be the one to keep track
Dm C Bb Dm F Bb F Bb
Of the freckles and the moles on your back
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Los Colores
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Los Huayra
Los Indios Tabaj (...)
Los Inhumanos
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