Biografia:
Este fenómeno de San Francisco, California, con influencias desde Radiohead, Incubus y Muse, pasando por Tim Burton, es un artista autoproducido, multiinstrumentista.
Compone sus canciones con guitarra acústica, bajo, piano, wurtlitzer, órgano hammond, glockespiel, acordeón, batería acústica y diversos pedales de efectos, resultando siempre temas con un estilo genuino y único.
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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!
Am Am
Hear it when I crunch the leaves on the ground
Am Dm
Imagine it's me, once green soon brown
Am E Am
And the wind will howl but I won't make no sound
Am Am
After we pass through this circus
Am Dm
After they have swept the floor
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am
I keep myself distracted with the mirror pen
Am Dm
I store the words on paper instead of my head
Am
It's like a cold glass of milk
E Am
When me and my stomach ache are stuck in bed
Am
What if all the crazies are really sane
Am Dm
They see something that the rest of us can't
Am
And I'll never feel the pain
E Am
Of having to fade away
Am Am
After we pass through this circus
Am Dm
After they have swept the floor
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Dm Am
I'm fine being by myself
Am E
Not wasting wishes on women
E Am
When I'm throwing pennies in the well
Dm Am
I'm fine being by myself
E
I still got my tongue, don't I?
E Am
And a story to tell
Am Am
After we pass through this circus
Am Dm
After they have swept the floor
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am Am
After we pass through this circus
Am Dm
After they have swept the floor
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Hear it when I crunch the leaves on the ground
Am Dm
Imagine it's me, once green soon brown
Am E Am
And the wind will howl but I won't make no sound
Am Am
After we pass through this circus
Am Dm
After they have swept the floor
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am
I keep myself distracted with the mirror pen
Am Dm
I store the words on paper instead of my head
Am
It's like a cold glass of milk
E Am
When me and my stomach ache are stuck in bed
Am
What if all the crazies are really sane
Am Dm
They see something that the rest of us can't
Am
And I'll never feel the pain
E Am
Of having to fade away
Am Am
After we pass through this circus
Am Dm
After they have swept the floor
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Dm Am
I'm fine being by myself
Am E
Not wasting wishes on women
E Am
When I'm throwing pennies in the well
Dm Am
I'm fine being by myself
E
I still got my tongue, don't I?
E Am
And a story to tell
Am Am
After we pass through this circus
Am Dm
After they have swept the floor
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am Am
After we pass through this circus
Am Dm
After they have swept the floor
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
Am E Am
It'll all go back to the way it was before
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