Biografia:
Ghost Mice é uma banda de folk punk acustico formada por dois membros, anteriormente de The Devil Is Electric e Operation: Cliff Clavin, Chris Johnston (guitarra/voz) e Hannah Jones (violino/voz).
Começaram o seu projecto acustico em 2002 a pensar na facilidade que lhes traria em tocar onde quisessem e quando quisessem.
As letras giram sempre à volta de DYI e duma atitude positiva e experiências pessoais, tendo também letras que lhes são dedicadas por bandas que os conheceram e tocaram com eles.
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Outras músicas:
- Boy Meets Girl
- Cancer Or Car Wreak
- 1000000 An Hour
- A Song For Tomorrow
- Alas Babylon
- Albany
- All Punks Got
- All We Got Is Each Other
- Apocalypse Now
- Belgium
- Celtic Sea
- Cementville
- Cemeteries
- Chipped Tooth
- Critical Hit
- Devil And My Family
- Disconnected
- Endure
- England
- English Channel
- Europe
- Figure 8
- Firefighter
- Fix It Up
- France
- Fuck Shit Up
- Germany
- Greyhound
- Hang On Kids
- Holland
- House Of Chaos 333 S Henderson
- House Of The God Of War
- House Of The Undying
- House On Fire
- House On Wheels
- How It Sounds
- I Dare You To Live Forever
- Ill Be Happy
- Ireland
- Italy
- John And Jodie
- Keep It At Bay
- Laziness Is Next To Evilness
- Letter Home
- Lightning Bolt
- Monsters Get Slain
- New Moon Rising
- Oh Me Oh Me
- Oh Sister
- Please Quit Smoking Mom
- Sing Out
- Songs By Chris Clavin
- Spain
- Switzerland
- The Alchemist
- The Good Life
- The Moon Will Rise
- The Path
- The Wrong Train
- There Is A Light
- Tick Tock
- Up The Punks
- When Dreams Come True
- Witches And Warlocks
- Wrong Train
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!
C G Am F
We knew our stream would lead to a bigger stream
And eventually the river, and out to the sea
It never seemed like a possibility
That we could go beyond our boundaries
C G C F G
Beyond my mother's screams
We jumped over fences and we cut some down
As the stream got deeper and winded around
When we finally made it to its mouth
We stood in silence in what we had found
We were afraid to make a sound
C G Am F (smoother strumming)
There was this warning, written in red
This is the land of the cynics, keep out and then his master said
We should not do this now huh? No we should turn around
No we should not do this now huh? No we should turn around
C G C
Make some plans then come back and attack
C G Am F
We went to school and we told the gang
We all met up the next Saturday
Armed to the team with BB guns, Rambo knives and machetes
C G C F G
We were a wicked little team
C G Am F
We marched beside the new found stream
There were an offence on the trees
We found their club so easily
We ripped up everything
C G C F G
We showed no mercy
C G Am F
We painted lightening bolts
And we left a note to let our enemies know that this war has begun
We said, you got no rights to post that kind of sign
This woods does not belong to you or anyone
C G C F G
And your warnings don't scare us
Dm Am E Am
Because, we move silently
We hide in the shadows of the trees and we will not be seen
We can disarm the traps, just set, set our own that you will trip
Our arrows will fly straighter
This woods does not belong to anyone, but if it must it will belong to us
Dm Am E Am
We have won this day, you should know our names
Dm Am E C
We are the Gladiators
F G C Am
We made maps, we gave names to all the paths
We found the place that gave our little town its name
It looked like a castle but it was where they made the cement at
F G C
To us it was such a magic place
F G C Am
We made a temple out of wood and we filled it with the bones
That we found in the woods so people would leave us alone
We were young, we were dumb, we were having so much fun
The new kings of the new kingdom
C
Am G C
We enjoyed our victory
Am G C F
We got a message from some one-named Gypsy
He said your bones do not scare me
This war's not over and I think that we should meet
C G C
The temple, this Friday at 3
E F C
I woke up early before school and I ran back to the spot
G
It was filled with traps, just like I thought
I tore them up and left a note and said is this some kind of joke?
There's much more to us than just old bones
C G F
And the top of the castle is where we would meet next
This time the time and the place were things that we picked
We said no weapons, we said no tricks
We did the best to hide the fact that we were just some little kids
C G C
We were just some little kids
C G Am F
I was scared when I saw him
He looked much older and I thought that he might be a Vet
His master climbed the wall and saw he had a rifle hidden on a rope hanging in the pit
C G C F G
We said no weapons and we called him out on it
C G Am F
He didn't know how I could know until he turned around
His master had climbed up right behind him
And didn't make a sound
C G C F G
And we really had him now
Dm Am E C
We talked for a while with this stranger about the natives of this land, our gangs, and nature
We got home again
We didn't know what to think of him
But it seemed like the war was over and the trees held no more danger
C G C
I was sad to see it go
F G C Am
A few days later I ran in to him alone
At the place that used to be his old gang's base
He told me stories of their glory days
Before his friends grew up or they moved away
E Am
And we decided that day that we would build something
C
We would build it together, it would represent our truce
And as I got to know him, it got easy to see that he was just a kid who loved the woods like me
C G C
He was a friend, he was not an enemy
C G C
We made our enemies our friends
C Am G C
We should have never been enemies with them
C G Am F
We made our enemies our friends
C G C
And our gang got twice as big
We knew our stream would lead to a bigger stream
And eventually the river, and out to the sea
It never seemed like a possibility
That we could go beyond our boundaries
C G C F G
Beyond my mother's screams
We jumped over fences and we cut some down
As the stream got deeper and winded around
When we finally made it to its mouth
We stood in silence in what we had found
We were afraid to make a sound
C G Am F (smoother strumming)
There was this warning, written in red
This is the land of the cynics, keep out and then his master said
We should not do this now huh? No we should turn around
No we should not do this now huh? No we should turn around
C G C
Make some plans then come back and attack
C G Am F
We went to school and we told the gang
We all met up the next Saturday
Armed to the team with BB guns, Rambo knives and machetes
C G C F G
We were a wicked little team
C G Am F
We marched beside the new found stream
There were an offence on the trees
We found their club so easily
We ripped up everything
C G C F G
We showed no mercy
C G Am F
We painted lightening bolts
And we left a note to let our enemies know that this war has begun
We said, you got no rights to post that kind of sign
This woods does not belong to you or anyone
C G C F G
And your warnings don't scare us
Dm Am E Am
Because, we move silently
We hide in the shadows of the trees and we will not be seen
We can disarm the traps, just set, set our own that you will trip
Our arrows will fly straighter
This woods does not belong to anyone, but if it must it will belong to us
Dm Am E Am
We have won this day, you should know our names
Dm Am E C
We are the Gladiators
F G C Am
We made maps, we gave names to all the paths
We found the place that gave our little town its name
It looked like a castle but it was where they made the cement at
F G C
To us it was such a magic place
F G C Am
We made a temple out of wood and we filled it with the bones
That we found in the woods so people would leave us alone
We were young, we were dumb, we were having so much fun
The new kings of the new kingdom
C
Am G C
We enjoyed our victory
Am G C F
We got a message from some one-named Gypsy
He said your bones do not scare me
This war's not over and I think that we should meet
C G C
The temple, this Friday at 3
E F C
I woke up early before school and I ran back to the spot
G
It was filled with traps, just like I thought
I tore them up and left a note and said is this some kind of joke?
There's much more to us than just old bones
C G F
And the top of the castle is where we would meet next
This time the time and the place were things that we picked
We said no weapons, we said no tricks
We did the best to hide the fact that we were just some little kids
C G C
We were just some little kids
C G Am F
I was scared when I saw him
He looked much older and I thought that he might be a Vet
His master climbed the wall and saw he had a rifle hidden on a rope hanging in the pit
C G C F G
We said no weapons and we called him out on it
C G Am F
He didn't know how I could know until he turned around
His master had climbed up right behind him
And didn't make a sound
C G C F G
And we really had him now
Dm Am E C
We talked for a while with this stranger about the natives of this land, our gangs, and nature
We got home again
We didn't know what to think of him
But it seemed like the war was over and the trees held no more danger
C G C
I was sad to see it go
F G C Am
A few days later I ran in to him alone
At the place that used to be his old gang's base
He told me stories of their glory days
Before his friends grew up or they moved away
E Am
And we decided that day that we would build something
C
We would build it together, it would represent our truce
And as I got to know him, it got easy to see that he was just a kid who loved the woods like me
C G C
He was a friend, he was not an enemy
C G C
We made our enemies our friends
C Am G C
We should have never been enemies with them
C G Am F
We made our enemies our friends
C G C
And our gang got twice as big
Giancane
Gianluca
Gianluca Bezzina
Gianluca Grignan (...)
Gianmarco