Biografia:
Horse Feathers é uma banda folk / indie de Portland, Oregon. É constituída por Justin Ringle: (Voz, Guitarra, Banjo, Percussão) e Peter Broderick: (Violino, Banjo, Mandolin, Violoncelo, Piano, Viola, Vocais, percussão e por ai vai); são acompanhados também em shows por Evan B. Harris: (Banjo Celeste, Percussão, Vocais) e Heather Broderick: (Cello Celeste, Vocais). A banda teve início em 2004, mas seu 1° álbum só foi lançado em 2006. O álbum de estreia levou o nome de "Words Are Dead"
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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!
This Bed is a simple, beautiful song by Horse Feathers. To figure out the number or
and instrumental sections, just listen to the song, and you should be able to figure it out.
given you enough to go on.
Verse Progression:
D F#m E A
Chorus/End Progression:
A E D A
-Verse 1-
Bit by bit, and piece by piece
it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least.
A growing need for apologies,
but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees.
-Chorus-
It's better now. Don't come back to me.
Let it be known I'm a liar and a thief.
What I stole is what I've said.
It's a shame our books been closed
because it's words have been bled.
-Verse 2-
Inch by inch, a foot to feet,
a growing gap, and the miles between.
A single lie becomes a beast.
It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least.
-End-
Breathing deep,
lying awake too alone to sleep.
It's in my mind and in my head.
There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.
and instrumental sections, just listen to the song, and you should be able to figure it out.
given you enough to go on.
Verse Progression:
D F#m E A
Chorus/End Progression:
A E D A
-Verse 1-
Bit by bit, and piece by piece
it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least.
A growing need for apologies,
but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees.
-Chorus-
It's better now. Don't come back to me.
Let it be known I'm a liar and a thief.
What I stole is what I've said.
It's a shame our books been closed
because it's words have been bled.
-Verse 2-
Inch by inch, a foot to feet,
a growing gap, and the miles between.
A single lie becomes a beast.
It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least.
-End-
Breathing deep,
lying awake too alone to sleep.
It's in my mind and in my head.
There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.
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