Biografía:
Phosphorescent es la banda (unipersona) de Mathew Houck [procedente de USA], de sonido predominantemente folk acústico (con suaves guitarras y sedosas percusiones, sumadas a voces rasgadas) pero que lleva consigo un peculiar sello distintivo: los abundantes coros.
Una descripción menos académica diría que este sonido-amor-fosforescente es una provocación sonora, la lírica está desnuda como la poesía, y el fondo está lleno de eco y reverberante
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Otras canciones:
- Song For Zula
- Wolves
- A New Anhedonia
- A Picture Of Our Torn Up Praise
- All Of It All
- Cest La Vie No 2
- Christmas Down Under
- Cocaine Lights
- Down To Go
- Endless
- Last Thing I Needed
- Los Angeles
- Mermaid Parade
- Mrs Juliette Low
- Muchachos Tune
- My Beautiful Boy
- My Dove My Lamb
- New Birth In New England
- Nothing Was Stolen Love Me Foolishly
- Pretty
- Ride On Right On
- Salt And Blues
- Terror In The Canyons The Wounded Master
¡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!
[Verse 1]
E B
Some say love is a burning thing
C#m A
That it makes a fiery ring
E B
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
C#m A
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
E B
See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me
C#m A
It put its face up to my face so I could see
E B
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
C#m A
Into something I am not recognizing
[Verse 2]
E B
See, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
C#m A
I will not open myself up this way again
E B
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
C#m A
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
E B
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
C#m A
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
E B
You see, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
C#m A
I will not open myself up this way again
[Verse 3]
E B
You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night
C#m A
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
E B
My feet are gold. My heart is white
C#m A
And we race out on the desert plains all night
E B
See, honey, I am not some broken thing
C#m A
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
E B
No my heart is gold. My feet are light
C#m A
And I am racing out on the desert plains all night
[Verse 4]
E B
So some say love is a burning thing
C#m A
That it makes a fiery ring
E B
Oh but I know love as a caging thing
C#m A
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
E B
O and all you folks, you come to see
C#m A
You just stand there in the glass looking at me
E B
But my heart is wild. And my bones are steam
C#m A
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
E B
Some say love is a burning thing
C#m A
That it makes a fiery ring
E B
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
C#m A
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
E B
See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me
C#m A
It put its face up to my face so I could see
E B
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
C#m A
Into something I am not recognizing
[Verse 2]
E B
See, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
C#m A
I will not open myself up this way again
E B
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
C#m A
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
E B
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
C#m A
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
E B
You see, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
C#m A
I will not open myself up this way again
[Verse 3]
E B
You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night
C#m A
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
E B
My feet are gold. My heart is white
C#m A
And we race out on the desert plains all night
E B
See, honey, I am not some broken thing
C#m A
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
E B
No my heart is gold. My feet are light
C#m A
And I am racing out on the desert plains all night
[Verse 4]
E B
So some say love is a burning thing
C#m A
That it makes a fiery ring
E B
Oh but I know love as a caging thing
C#m A
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
E B
O and all you folks, you come to see
C#m A
You just stand there in the glass looking at me
E B
But my heart is wild. And my bones are steam
C#m A
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
Pibes Chorros
Pichi Pichi Pitc (...)
Picture House
Picture Me Broke (...)
Picture This
Pierre Van Dorma (...)
Pigalle
Pigmy
Pignoise
Pikmin