Biografia:
O grupo foi formado em 14 de fevereiro de 1992. Embora baseado no Pacific Northwest e ativos durante o grunge movimento de rock, música Hazel era diferente da maioria grunge na medida em que tanto caracterizou vozes masculinas e femininas, bem como um som mais melódico que pudesse ser razoavelmente bem descrita como pop ruído. Hazel música não era particularmente complexos musicalmente, contando com alguns acordes, pura energia (muitas músicas sendo jogado a uma velocidade vertiginosa), e da intensidade vocal.
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Outras músicas:
- 114 Balazos
- Best Friend
- Comet
- Cositas Lindas
- Crowned
- Dolido De Amor
- Es Por Ella
- Eso Es Amor
- Esta Noche
- Everybodys Best Friend
- Flores Lacrimosas
- Inhalando Amor
- La Segunda De Inhalando Amor
- Lata Amarilla
- Me Haces Sentir Bien
- Morir Solo
- No Me Amenaces
- Oliendo De Amor
- Panchito
- Que Soy Yo
- Solo Y Destrozado
- Somebodys Best Friend
- Terciopelo Negro
- Trago Amargo
- Triste Primavera
- Tu Llegaste Cuando Menos Te Esperaba
- Tu Promesa
- Una Mona Pa'l Olvido
- Una Sonrisa
- Unos Ojos
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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Date: Wed, 06 May 1998 00:34:13 PDT
From: Emil Henricson
Subject: h/hazel/somebodys_best_friend.crd
Somebody's Best Friend
by Hazel from off their first album Toreador of Love
Transcribed by Emil Henricson
OK, this is an easy song to play, the problem is the lyrics. I know that
they're not correct, so I have put the words that I'm unsure about in
brackets.
Somebody's Best Friend
by Hazel
intro: G A A A
verse: G A
chorus: E B B A A B B A G A
outro: A A A G
Lyrics:
Cut into the soil, just like a soul
A coffin of (angel-?) reminds me I don't like to brood anymore
She goes down to the soil and sets her hand on fire
to prove she don't feel for me
I wait for dignity to tell me
she is wrong
she is wrong
she is wrong
I am not what is wrong here
chorus:
Somewhere, I forget where
supposedly I am somebody's best friend
So, I wait at home, (engage) in the backlash
(hunchstruck)I stumble
A cemetery tomb(step) and think of the gravestone
Here lies a solitary note from an angel
that said this would work out just like a dream
A fond sweeping motion that carries me to sleep at night
chorus
No binal pretentions, no honourable mentions
I drink my way to sleep
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dream, dreaming, dreaming
I want to wake up in my own bed again
I want to wake up in my own bed again
I want to wake up in my own bed again
chorus
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the#
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
#-----------------------------------------------------------------------------#
Date: Wed, 06 May 1998 00:34:13 PDT
From: Emil Henricson
Subject: h/hazel/somebodys_best_friend.crd
Somebody's Best Friend
by Hazel from off their first album Toreador of Love
Transcribed by Emil Henricson
OK, this is an easy song to play, the problem is the lyrics. I know that
they're not correct, so I have put the words that I'm unsure about in
brackets.
Somebody's Best Friend
by Hazel
intro: G A A A
verse: G A
chorus: E B B A A B B A G A
outro: A A A G
Lyrics:
Cut into the soil, just like a soul
A coffin of (angel-?) reminds me I don't like to brood anymore
She goes down to the soil and sets her hand on fire
to prove she don't feel for me
I wait for dignity to tell me
she is wrong
she is wrong
she is wrong
I am not what is wrong here
chorus:
Somewhere, I forget where
supposedly I am somebody's best friend
So, I wait at home, (engage) in the backlash
(hunchstruck)I stumble
A cemetery tomb(step) and think of the gravestone
Here lies a solitary note from an angel
that said this would work out just like a dream
A fond sweeping motion that carries me to sleep at night
chorus
No binal pretentions, no honourable mentions
I drink my way to sleep
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dream, dreaming, dreaming
I want to wake up in my own bed again
I want to wake up in my own bed again
I want to wake up in my own bed again
chorus
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