Sticks And Stones por Jamie T, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

Sticks And Stones

Biografia:

Jamie Treays, conhecido por Jamie T, nascido a 8 de Janeiro de 1986, é cantor e compositor de música, natural de Wimbledon, sul de Londres. Actualmente, tem contrato com a Virgin Records, mas lançou o seu album Betty and The Selfish Sons na sua própria editora Pacemaker Records. Já foi "apelidado" de "a próxima grande coisa" pela NME e várias vezes comparado a Bob Dylan e Mike Skinner (The Streets).

Read more on Last.fm

Outras músicas:

Compartilhe a música

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# and F# when he move from the G# to the F# he
uses the A# as a passing chord

C#
When there's no one left to fight
G#
boys like him don't shine so bright
F#
Soon as I see the dust settle
he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble
C#
When there's no one left to fight
G#
boys like him don't shine so bright
F#
Soon as I see the dust settle
he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble

I take a train again away from shame
And blame a city pained to see
a friend I hadn't seen since I was drinking underage
I was a ten a day how'd you say little shit
White lightning heightening all my courage quick wit
We wore checkered season wallabies
buttoned shirts and whiskey
mutton dressed as lamb a fan of bands
like The Jam Jam Jam Jam
I don't know who I am he said I dunno if I can
I said yeah man you can-can

When there's no one left to fight
boys like him don't shine so bright
Soon as I see the dust settle
he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble
When there's no one left to fight
boys like him don't shine so bright
Soon as I see the dust settle
he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble

Drunk and being sick I feel like shit
I gotta quit I hope I haven't missed the last train
Gonna be stuck in Hampton Wick
With the boys across the platform
Shouting lightweight prick
anekatips com
I'm a featherweight champion cheap to get pissed
wish Candy were here with me she'd deffa deal with it
tell 'em all to shut their mouths and go suck their mommas dicks
coz she ain't no she ain't that low three fingers down
or the other two up and I'll sing this proud

Runnin' with believers go time for fever
and I haven't got time for you either
with your sticks n' stones sticks n' stones
I take 'em home on my own
Runnin' with believers go time for fever
and I haven't got time for you either
with your sticks n' stones sticks n' stones
I take 'em home on my own

As I travel down the track all my memories flood back
We were runnin' at ease from enemies
and rushed back to your momma's flat
it's the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude but there's something in that
How's danny doin' Hear he's high flyin' and that
stockbroker in the city with a lady and a baby
And Fee is she free from the demons she had
Was it two months clean routine to relapse

Runnin' with believers go time for fever
and I haven't got time for you either
with your sticks n' stones sticks n' stones
I take 'em home on my own
Runnin' with believers go time for fever
and I haven't got time for you either
with your sticks n' stones sticks n' stones
I take 'em home on my own

She smoked all of your weed
that's why the loved ones out to leave
Why when you take the lead they stab you in the back
till you can't breathe When you're bleeding on the floor
and no one hears your call at all
she screamed out to the party
you are sheeps and cattle

I was hanging out with Louie in the shooting gallery
when the news got through to me about you and Jeremy
Pat on my back and a swig on my brew
you're still my friend it's impossible to hate you
Cradle to the grave I know we always misbehave
people latch down and then they rain on our parade
Girls we love leave when we want them to stay
like today remember what shall we say

When there's no one left to fight
boys like us don't shine so bright
Soon as I see the dust settle
let's go out and find some trouble

Runnin' with believers go time for fever
and I haven't got time for you either
with your sticks n' stones sticks n' stones
I take 'em home on my own