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, so it's probably not perfect! Suggestions and corrections welcome.
G
C F C Am F x2
Am C
They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons,
G Em
by their hind legs just down from my road.
Am C
You slit their bellies open left the knife inside,
G Em
they'd ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hide.
Am
Do you feel the sweat drip?
C
Wake up when your hearts skips.
G Em
4am you're screaming, 'Mother, swear I am a good kid'.
Am
I lean across to take the wheel,
C
whilst so far blisters form and heal,
G Em
compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point again.
F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
Am
Too many flesh suppers,
Too many scents linger.
F G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
F Am
Too many flesh suppers,
F Em
Too many scents linger.
Am C
You take the bed and I'll take the floor,
G Em
I'll block the draft that comes under the door.
Am C
You take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes,
G Em
I overpack to keep out the cold.
F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
Am
Too many flesh suppers,
Too many scents linger.
F G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
F Am
Too many flesh suppers,
F Em
Too many scents linger.
F Am F Am
C F
I plunge my hand deep like child scraping around jam jar,
C Am F
Unwieldy as teenagers reach below his lover's belt line.
C F
The power that I felt, when you looked me in the eye,
C Am F
And said 'I promise boy, I'll never let you see me cry'.
Am F# F Dm G x3
C F C Am F
C F
You don't pay back the debt you owe your parents for birth,
C Am
by giving Grandkids in return.
F G Dm
You watch them die.
C F
Through your declining eyes.
G Dm
My clandestine, broken cage,
C Am F
we'll keep them secret, 'cause there's no other way.
You ripped off my flesh and my heart gripped the ribs like a prisoner.
G
C F C Am F x2
Am C
They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons,
G Em
by their hind legs just down from my road.
Am C
You slit their bellies open left the knife inside,
G Em
they'd ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hide.
Am
Do you feel the sweat drip?
C
Wake up when your hearts skips.
G Em
4am you're screaming, 'Mother, swear I am a good kid'.
Am
I lean across to take the wheel,
C
whilst so far blisters form and heal,
G Em
compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point again.
F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
Am
Too many flesh suppers,
Too many scents linger.
F G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
F Am
Too many flesh suppers,
F Em
Too many scents linger.
Am C
You take the bed and I'll take the floor,
G Em
I'll block the draft that comes under the door.
Am C
You take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes,
G Em
I overpack to keep out the cold.
F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
Am
Too many flesh suppers,
Too many scents linger.
F G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
F Am
Too many flesh suppers,
F Em
Too many scents linger.
F Am F Am
C F
I plunge my hand deep like child scraping around jam jar,
C Am F
Unwieldy as teenagers reach below his lover's belt line.
C F
The power that I felt, when you looked me in the eye,
C Am F
And said 'I promise boy, I'll never let you see me cry'.
Am F# F Dm G x3
C F C Am F
C F
You don't pay back the debt you owe your parents for birth,
C Am
by giving Grandkids in return.
F G Dm
You watch them die.
C F
Through your declining eyes.
G Dm
My clandestine, broken cage,
C Am F
we'll keep them secret, 'cause there's no other way.
You ripped off my flesh and my heart gripped the ribs like a prisoner.
Los Claxons
Los Colores
Los Dandy's
Los Daniels
Los De Adentro
Los Hermanos
Los Huayra
Los Indios Tabaj (...)
Los Inhumanos
Los Jaivas