Biografia:
Little Comets é uma banda de indie rock de Jarrow e Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Eles são descritos como uma banda que toca "kitchen sink indie" (algo como "indie de pia de cozinha"). No início de 2009 tinham contrato com a Columbia Records e lançaram seu primeiro álbum In Search of Elusive Little Comets no dia 31 de Janeiro de 2011.
Em 9 de Fevereiro de 2009 a banda lançou seu primeiro single One Night In October pela Lucky Number Records em vinil e pela internet.
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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!
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F#m E C#m
Accumulated stories of the tawdry years
F#m E F#m E
I’ve been stamped out by rum-fuelled boots
F#m E C#m
The brute, us hiding under stairs.
A E C#m
Waiting for his thunder to hit
A E C#m
Waiting for his thunder and thinking is this it?
A E C#m
Waiting for his thunder to shout
A E C#m
Waiting for his thunder to tire itself out.
So I lie flat, in sheets worn thin
By his sublimations that reside within
For I’m the truth, the two in ten
That suffer at the whims of the weakest men.
Waiting for his thunder…
A E A E Fm
Each bruise I use as a chronicle of all that you gave me now
A E A E C#m
And every scar a reminder of the power that you had
The saddest part about the darkest hours
The implication that the fault was ours.
Waiting for his thunder…
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