Biografia:
Dear and the Headlights é uma banda de indie rock de Phoenix, Arizona.
Small Steps, Heavy cascos, álbum de estréia da banda, foi lançado em 6 de fevereiro de 2007, sobre Equal Vision Records.
Membros
* Ian Metzger - vocal, guitarra
* Robert Cissell - guitarra, teclas
* PJ Waxman - Guitarra
* Chuckie Duff - Bass
* Mark Kulvinskas - bateria
Discografia
* Small Steps, Heavy Hooves (2007)
* Drunk Like Bible Times (2008)
Read more on Last.fm
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!
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TALK ABOUT - Dear and the Headlights
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Tabbed by:HoldMeLoveMe
Tuning:Standard-- Capo on 6th Fret
Intro/Riff
e|------------|----------|-----------|----------|
B|------------|----------|-----------|----------|
G|------------|----------|-----------|----------|
D|------2/----|----------|------0----|----------|
A|----0-------|----------|----2------|----------|
E|--1---------|----------|--3--------|----------|
C
You're like a constant crowding consonant
Em
I'm a claustrophobic; I, I said
Dm
We're as comfortable as wool warming naked indifference
G
Thank God your words have come to rescue me from my sentence
C
You're like a two stepping tongue on a flesh dance floor
Em
You're the eulogy I can't avoid anymore
Dm
That tumor in my side celebrating malignance:
G
"Surprise! I'm moving in; I think I've grown on your parents"
*Riff*
You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling
*Riff continued*
I'm a passed out priest in an AA meeting
C
And they're checking my pulse, trying to make a decision
C
I've got those rolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision
Dm
You're like a knock at the door in the middle of dinner
G
From the friendly registered sex offender
C
All equipped with a mustache and a windowless van
Dm
You're telling me how much you've changed
G
I'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come in
C
I'm like your neighbor's hands on your father's throat:
Em
"Sweetie, you go back inside, see this is just for adults"
Dm
So adult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denim
G
Each tumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum
C
You say I'm your backpack caught on a chain link fence
Em
But dear I'm a thank you card in the future tense
Dm
I'm jumping out of cakes serving divorce papers
G
I'd say I love you too but I'm all out of favors
*Riff*
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
*Riff continued*
Like your chalkboard wrists but I don't tally the meaning
C
You keep forgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeps
C
My eyes, they only know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?"
Dm
And I would walk you home if I could find my crutches
G
Probably listen more if you didn't talk so much
C
Why don't you show yourself out
Dm G
How can you cry now, this whole thing's been such a drought! Alright!
Dm
La-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-dee-da-da
G
La-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-da (Repeat X4)
Dm
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
G
You're a phone call home after eight long seasons
Dm
There's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething
G
Said the smog, it hurts your eyes, so on the next train you're leaving
C
I'm not certain it's the smog, more just the constant grieving
C
But first you're dropping off the kid, sticking me with the feeding
Dm
I said, oh God damn it you're so mean
G
You say I'll lose the Christian crowd if I say things like these
C
But I've already lost them, I couldn't care less
Dm
I guess my path, it just got wide, so I'll just wish you all my narrow best
G
I guess that's it
Outro:
C Em D# Dm G (Repeat, end on C)
TALK ABOUT - Dear and the Headlights
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Tabbed by:HoldMeLoveMe
Tuning:Standard-- Capo on 6th Fret
Intro/Riff
e|------------|----------|-----------|----------|
B|------------|----------|-----------|----------|
G|------------|----------|-----------|----------|
D|------2/----|----------|------0----|----------|
A|----0-------|----------|----2------|----------|
E|--1---------|----------|--3--------|----------|
C
You're like a constant crowding consonant
Em
I'm a claustrophobic; I, I said
Dm
We're as comfortable as wool warming naked indifference
G
Thank God your words have come to rescue me from my sentence
C
You're like a two stepping tongue on a flesh dance floor
Em
You're the eulogy I can't avoid anymore
Dm
That tumor in my side celebrating malignance:
G
"Surprise! I'm moving in; I think I've grown on your parents"
*Riff*
You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling
*Riff continued*
I'm a passed out priest in an AA meeting
C
And they're checking my pulse, trying to make a decision
C
I've got those rolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision
Dm
You're like a knock at the door in the middle of dinner
G
From the friendly registered sex offender
C
All equipped with a mustache and a windowless van
Dm
You're telling me how much you've changed
G
I'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come in
C
I'm like your neighbor's hands on your father's throat:
Em
"Sweetie, you go back inside, see this is just for adults"
Dm
So adult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denim
G
Each tumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum
C
You say I'm your backpack caught on a chain link fence
Em
But dear I'm a thank you card in the future tense
Dm
I'm jumping out of cakes serving divorce papers
G
I'd say I love you too but I'm all out of favors
*Riff*
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
*Riff continued*
Like your chalkboard wrists but I don't tally the meaning
C
You keep forgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeps
C
My eyes, they only know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?"
Dm
And I would walk you home if I could find my crutches
G
Probably listen more if you didn't talk so much
C
Why don't you show yourself out
Dm G
How can you cry now, this whole thing's been such a drought! Alright!
Dm
La-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-dee-da-da
G
La-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-da (Repeat X4)
Dm
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
G
You're a phone call home after eight long seasons
Dm
There's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething
G
Said the smog, it hurts your eyes, so on the next train you're leaving
C
I'm not certain it's the smog, more just the constant grieving
C
But first you're dropping off the kid, sticking me with the feeding
Dm
I said, oh God damn it you're so mean
G
You say I'll lose the Christian crowd if I say things like these
C
But I've already lost them, I couldn't care less
Dm
I guess my path, it just got wide, so I'll just wish you all my narrow best
G
I guess that's it
Outro:
C Em D# Dm G (Repeat, end on C)
Dear Evan Hansen
Dear Jack
Dear Jane
Dear Juliet
Dear Landlord