Biografia:
The earth turns, but we don't feel it move. Then at night you look up and with one spark the whole sky is on fire.
"On this EP, I Can See Mountains prove to be just another example of how good the North American punk rock scene is these days, mixing elements from both the somewhat trending, raw, mid-west punk sound, and the more quirky melodies from the more underground streams of indie/emo. The result is bright, buzzing songs, sung about partying and being drunk and sounding like nostalgia and great times.
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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!
[Intro]
C C/B
C G C C/B Am G (x2)
[Verse]
F C Am
Look in the rearview. The grittiest street lights
G
with freshly shaven counter parts
F
Jumping continental flights. Are we awake?
C
Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessed
Am
With spoon-fed celebrities
G
And southern rock guitar leads?
[Chorus]
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Interlude]
C C/B Am G F G C C/B Am
[Verse]
F
Black cat and your wishes in a handbag.
G
I keep calling ‘cuz I want my fucking hat back.
Am G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
F
Cool breeze running through the attic
G
Called back and all I got was static.
Am G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
[Chorus]
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Outro]
F G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
F G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
F G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
F G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
G F
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
C C/B
C G C C/B Am G (x2)
[Verse]
F C Am
Look in the rearview. The grittiest street lights
G
with freshly shaven counter parts
F
Jumping continental flights. Are we awake?
C
Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessed
Am
With spoon-fed celebrities
G
And southern rock guitar leads?
[Chorus]
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Interlude]
C C/B Am G F G C C/B Am
[Verse]
F
Black cat and your wishes in a handbag.
G
I keep calling ‘cuz I want my fucking hat back.
Am G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
F
Cool breeze running through the attic
G
Called back and all I got was static.
Am G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
[Chorus]
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Outro]
F G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
F G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
F G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
F G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
G F
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
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