Biografia:
Frontier Ruckus is an American folk-rock band from Michigan. The project is centered on the lyrically intensive songs of Matthew Milia, and was formed by Milia and banjo player David Winston Jones while living in Metro Detroit. The band released its debut full-length record, The Orion Songbook, through Quite Scientific Records in November, 2008. In February, 2009, it was announced that Frontier Ruckus had joined North Carolina-based label Ramseur Records.
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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 4
Solo:
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G C
There’s a white limousine with Massachusetts plates
Em A major
And on the loose its occupants, those 90s prom dates
C
Careen
-solo-
I tongue at my molar, you’re my only consoler
You’re my midnight buyer in the back of the Meijer
Yeah
My world’s a comprehensive private diorama
Unpunctuated by any comma
You got
I was a queer balladeer, so proud of our new minivan
You know your dad gave all he had, he does his best for you just when he can
Greenfield Village and a field trip version
Of young faces on every person
I knew
Now all the modern dilettantes, they typed out their privileged isms
In their moronic fonts and hyped-out syllogisms
With some get-well cards from my date-stamp aunt
Yeah, I’d frame all that minor fame, but I just can’t
When my best friend Doug’s brother had some flashy two-seater
All the sleepover soda when we explode a splashy two-liter
The stoplights are cherry red, or very greenish blue
Like the mushy color of the 7-Eleven slushy hue
A major C
And the liquid wicked warping (repeat twice and on final warping play solo)
Of an ambling ambulance’s distancing pitch
I hooked my thumb through your belt loop from which I hitched to every twitch
You made
What we found stashed in the trashed-out woods behind the Taco Bell
Is why I identify early sex with the oily smell
Of WD-40 and a blindness to the ways
Of the kindness behind us and the lukewarm heat lamp buffets
Now we report all our pathos to the food court police
Where the pity and the loss grow so shitty and obese
And sad
A major C
But in Baker’s frozen woodlot
A major C
With the smiling sniffling good snot
A major C
You tried to wipe away but you could not
(solo)
When the sun’s explosion And slow plummet
(solo)
Can look so frozen As we glow from it
All our disastrous love, it goes by many titles
It froze inside the snows where I’d dropped it with its broken vitals
But I remember your sorrow outside of Espresso
With all you wanted to borrow, and all I said was “I guess so”
(solo)
And I wish I had
(solo)
Just granted you that
Solo:
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G C
There’s a white limousine with Massachusetts plates
Em A major
And on the loose its occupants, those 90s prom dates
C
Careen
-solo-
I tongue at my molar, you’re my only consoler
You’re my midnight buyer in the back of the Meijer
Yeah
My world’s a comprehensive private diorama
Unpunctuated by any comma
You got
I was a queer balladeer, so proud of our new minivan
You know your dad gave all he had, he does his best for you just when he can
Greenfield Village and a field trip version
Of young faces on every person
I knew
Now all the modern dilettantes, they typed out their privileged isms
In their moronic fonts and hyped-out syllogisms
With some get-well cards from my date-stamp aunt
Yeah, I’d frame all that minor fame, but I just can’t
When my best friend Doug’s brother had some flashy two-seater
All the sleepover soda when we explode a splashy two-liter
The stoplights are cherry red, or very greenish blue
Like the mushy color of the 7-Eleven slushy hue
A major C
And the liquid wicked warping (repeat twice and on final warping play solo)
Of an ambling ambulance’s distancing pitch
I hooked my thumb through your belt loop from which I hitched to every twitch
You made
What we found stashed in the trashed-out woods behind the Taco Bell
Is why I identify early sex with the oily smell
Of WD-40 and a blindness to the ways
Of the kindness behind us and the lukewarm heat lamp buffets
Now we report all our pathos to the food court police
Where the pity and the loss grow so shitty and obese
And sad
A major C
But in Baker’s frozen woodlot
A major C
With the smiling sniffling good snot
A major C
You tried to wipe away but you could not
(solo)
When the sun’s explosion And slow plummet
(solo)
Can look so frozen As we glow from it
All our disastrous love, it goes by many titles
It froze inside the snows where I’d dropped it with its broken vitals
But I remember your sorrow outside of Espresso
With all you wanted to borrow, and all I said was “I guess so”
(solo)
And I wish I had
(solo)
Just granted you that
Froth (US)
Froy Choi
Froya
Froz
Frozen Light