Biografia:
Lady Lamb the Beekeeper es el nombre artístico de la cantautora Aly Spaltro.
Spaltro inicio su carrera musical escribiendo y grabando canciones en una tienda de renta de DVd's en Brunswick, Maine, usando la tienda como estudio después de su turno nocturno en la caja registradora. Daba gratis anonimamente samples de su primer demo con el nombre de Lady Lamb The Beekeeper y rápidamente adquirió fama local. El multi instrumentista TJ Metcalfe se unio a Spaltro y el dúo grabo For Handsome Animals y un video musical ganador de un premio.
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Outras músicas:
- An Hour Past My Birthday
- Atlas
- Aubergine
- Batter
- Beluga
- Billions Of Eyes
- Bird Balloons
- Crane Your Neck
- Crater Lake
- Dear Arkansas Daughter
- Florence Berlin
- Hair To The Ferris Wheel
- Heaven Bent
- Little Brother
- Maryjude
- Regarding Ascending The Stairs
- Salt
- See You
- Shoulders
- Southernly
- Sunday Shoes
- Tangles
- Taxidermist Taxidermist
- Ten
- The Nothing Part Ii
- Vena Cava
- Would You Bend Your Body Back
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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Time takes the years from out of our hides, wait for the belt with bated breath
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And the bait on the line finds a fish in the sea, your teeth take the cake and feed it to me
Am E F G C
I heard from a little bird that you crushed its mama's bones
Am E F G C
Look me in my face, please don't be disgraceful, oh lord, oh please say, say it ain't so
Am E F G C
For I’m immune, I'm immune to no one, love is a luxury that I can't quite afford
Am E F G C
I call it by name and you know, it just walks out my door, maybe I shouldn't hold it so tightly anymore
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Your smoke builds a plume, how it stifles my perfume
C Am F G C
And the paint on the walls of your room, makes for a pretty, makes for a pretty little June
Am E F G C
And I never want to see you, I never want to see you again, but I long to see you soon
Am E F G C
For a heart can be as stark and sad as a single laugh in a funeral parlor
Am E F G C
And my argument is as senseless as picking up pennies, picking up pennies from the snow
Am E F G C
And loneliness, she can be a whore, I take her to bed, I'm so sure she will be gone by the morning
Am E F G C
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than the bangles on your wrist?
Am E F G C
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than the tangles in your hair?
Am E F G C
Look me in my face, oh god don't you be a disgrace, oh lord, please say, just say it ain't so
Am E F G C
What more, what more could we be for, than the change clanging in your pockets?
F G Am
The pennies falling from your hands into the snow
F G Am
The pennies falling from your hands into the snow
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C Am F G C
Time takes the years from out of our hides, wait for the belt with bated breath
C Am F G C
And the bait on the line finds a fish in the sea, your teeth take the cake and feed it to me
Am E F G C
I heard from a little bird that you crushed its mama's bones
Am E F G C
Look me in my face, please don't be disgraceful, oh lord, oh please say, say it ain't so
Am E F G C
For I’m immune, I'm immune to no one, love is a luxury that I can't quite afford
Am E F G C
I call it by name and you know, it just walks out my door, maybe I shouldn't hold it so tightly anymore
Intro: C G C G Am Am F G C C
C Am F G C
Your smoke builds a plume, how it stifles my perfume
C Am F G C
And the paint on the walls of your room, makes for a pretty, makes for a pretty little June
Am E F G C
And I never want to see you, I never want to see you again, but I long to see you soon
Am E F G C
For a heart can be as stark and sad as a single laugh in a funeral parlor
Am E F G C
And my argument is as senseless as picking up pennies, picking up pennies from the snow
Am E F G C
And loneliness, she can be a whore, I take her to bed, I'm so sure she will be gone by the morning
Am E F G C
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than the bangles on your wrist?
Am E F G C
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than the tangles in your hair?
Am E F G C
Look me in my face, oh god don't you be a disgrace, oh lord, please say, just say it ain't so
Am E F G C
What more, what more could we be for, than the change clanging in your pockets?
F G Am
The pennies falling from your hands into the snow
F G Am
The pennies falling from your hands into the snow
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Lady Saw
Lady Sir
Lady Winwoods Ma (...)
Lady Wray