Biografia:
Cymbals Eat Guitars is an indie rock band from Staten Island, New York. Joseph Ferocious (Joseph D'Agostino) and Matthew Miller attended Southern Regional High School in Manahawkin, New Jersey where they graduated in the class of 2006 together.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
F G Am C x4
[Verse]
F G
Back in '99
After Columbine
Am C
I had the strangest dream
F G
Liquid angels swam thru the halls of
Am C
Waretown Elementary
F G
Teaching us little hicks new ways to exist
Am C
New ways to see
F G
Way out there in the dark space
Am C
Between the galaxies
F G
My friend Jimmy was sitting next to me
Am C
Then suddenly he was not
F
And when they got to me
G
Asked if I believed
Am C
I said "believe in what?"
F G
Then I woke up
[Chorus]
F G
Mama take me mallwalking
F G
You know that I'm an empty kid
F G
You buy me stuff to try and fill me up
A
But I think I am bottomless
[Verse]
F G
All the daddies drive every Friday night
Am C
Way out past oyster creek
F
Put their pickup trucks
G
In a semicircle
Am C
Pass the pints of rye whiskey
F G
With the ghosts of original people
Am C
Dancing in halogen blue
F G
Then I came to
[Chorus 2]
F G
Mama takes me mallwalking
F G
She knows that I'm an empty kid
F G
She buys me stuff to fill me up
A
But I think I am bottomless
F G
Mama sing a song to me
F G
When it's time to put the dog to sleep
F G
You are strong when we are weak
A
Keep the name tags on your key ring
F G Am C x4
[Verse]
F G
Back in '99
After Columbine
Am C
I had the strangest dream
F G
Liquid angels swam thru the halls of
Am C
Waretown Elementary
F G
Teaching us little hicks new ways to exist
Am C
New ways to see
F G
Way out there in the dark space
Am C
Between the galaxies
F G
My friend Jimmy was sitting next to me
Am C
Then suddenly he was not
F
And when they got to me
G
Asked if I believed
Am C
I said "believe in what?"
F G
Then I woke up
[Chorus]
F G
Mama take me mallwalking
F G
You know that I'm an empty kid
F G
You buy me stuff to try and fill me up
A
But I think I am bottomless
[Verse]
F G
All the daddies drive every Friday night
Am C
Way out past oyster creek
F
Put their pickup trucks
G
In a semicircle
Am C
Pass the pints of rye whiskey
F G
With the ghosts of original people
Am C
Dancing in halogen blue
F G
Then I came to
[Chorus 2]
F G
Mama takes me mallwalking
F G
She knows that I'm an empty kid
F G
She buys me stuff to fill me up
A
But I think I am bottomless
F G
Mama sing a song to me
F G
When it's time to put the dog to sleep
F G
You are strong when we are weak
A
Keep the name tags on your key ring
Cyria
Cyril Tawney
Cyrus
Czerwone Gitary
Czerwony Tulipan