Biografia:
Freelance Whales é uma banda de indie-pop/folk formada no Queens, New York, que consiste em: Judah Dadone (vocais, banjo, violão e guitarra e baixo), Doris Cellar (baixo, glockenspiel, harmonium e vocais), Chuck Criss (banjo, baixo, sintetizadores, glockenspiel, harmonium, guitarra e vocais), Jacob Hyman (bateria, percussão, vocais) e Kevin Read (guitarra, glockenspiel, bandolim e vocal).
"Nasceram" nas ruas e metrôs de Nova York no final de 2008
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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!
Pretty easy song, two chords back and forth over and over again.
Verses:
G
And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to
Only told to stay away
Bm7
I almost had an accident at age 6
When I found the key in the attic
G
And now the smell of these wood frames
Is the only sense I've left
Bm7
So as you pull me from the bed
Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous
G Bm7 A few times
G
And since you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
And tell the man in the black cloak
Bm7
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
With those latin conjugations
G
And if it's all the same to them
You should tell your gathering friends
Bm7
Please not to purse their faces grim
On such a lovely sunday
Chorus:
G
Don't fix my smile, life is long enough
Bm7
We will put this flesh into the ground again
Repeat chorus as needed
Verses:
G
And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to
Only told to stay away
Bm7
I almost had an accident at age 6
When I found the key in the attic
G
And now the smell of these wood frames
Is the only sense I've left
Bm7
So as you pull me from the bed
Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous
G Bm7 A few times
G
And since you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
And tell the man in the black cloak
Bm7
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
With those latin conjugations
G
And if it's all the same to them
You should tell your gathering friends
Bm7
Please not to purse their faces grim
On such a lovely sunday
Chorus:
G
Don't fix my smile, life is long enough
Bm7
We will put this flesh into the ground again
Repeat chorus as needed
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Frere Jacques So (...)
Fréro Del (...)
Fresno
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