Biografia:
El trío sudafricano de Johannesburg, Dear Reader, esta compuesto por Cherilyn MacNeil, Darryl y Michael.
Llevan no más de dos años y medios en la escena musical. Su historia nació luego de que Darryl escuchara cantar a MacNeil en reuniones de amigos y después de un año la convenciera de tomarse enserio el tema de la banda.
Ella hizo de la banda su vida y en entrevistas e informaciones se ve un amor y una entrega completa a la música.
En el 2006 grabaron su primer disco en un pequeño estudio de propiedad de Darryl.
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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!
Capo on 2nd fret.
G Am
Why is it that sadness doesn't make a sound?
Em C
I don't want you around
G Am
I gave you all I had, then you swiftly gave it back
Em C
I don't know what you want
D Em C Am
(Ooooooh... Oooooh) (x2)
G Am
Everything is caving, falling into ruin
Em C
Everybody learns
G Am
We spend most our lives just picking up the mess
Em C
But there is never less
D Em C Am
Ooooooh... Oooooh. (x2)
G Am
A broken little boy from the window where he fell
Em C
I did not love him well
G Am
If Jesus is my friend then I don't know where he went
Em C
With the heart that he stole
Em G
I look in your eyes and there I see
D Am
A version of me I'd like to meet
Em G
While lying alone inside the dark
D Am
Wondering what our lives are for
C Em
I must cut them out and zip them up
G D
In the palms of my hands so I can look
Em G
Whenever I feel like giving up
D Am
But then you'd be blind so I must stop
G Am
Why is it that sadness doesn't make a sound?
Em C
I don't want you around
G Am
I gave you all I had, then you swiftly gave it back
Em C
I don't know what you want
D Em C Am
(Ooooooh... Oooooh) (x2)
G Am
Everything is caving, falling into ruin
Em C
Everybody learns
G Am
We spend most our lives just picking up the mess
Em C
But there is never less
D Em C Am
Ooooooh... Oooooh. (x2)
G Am
A broken little boy from the window where he fell
Em C
I did not love him well
G Am
If Jesus is my friend then I don't know where he went
Em C
With the heart that he stole
Em G
I look in your eyes and there I see
D Am
A version of me I'd like to meet
Em G
While lying alone inside the dark
D Am
Wondering what our lives are for
C Em
I must cut them out and zip them up
G D
In the palms of my hands so I can look
Em G
Whenever I feel like giving up
D Am
But then you'd be blind so I must stop
Death (Protopunk (...)
Death and a Cure
Death Angel
Death by Stereo
Death From Above (...)