Biografia:
Los Campesinos! are a seven piece indie pop band from Cardiff, Wales that formed in early 2006 at Cardiff University. Despite the band forming in Wales, none of its members are actually Welsh. They released their debut album, Hold on Now, Youngster..., in February 2008 and followed this up by releasing a record titled We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed, in October that year. Whilst many consider it to be an album due to its length, the band have always referred to it as a 'record' or EEP (Extended EP) due to contractual and artistic reasons.
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Outras músicas:
- Heart Swells/pacific Daylight Time
- Knee Deep At Atp
- The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future
- You! Me! Dancing!
- 5 Flucloxacillin
- A Litany Heart Swells
- A Portrait Of The Trequartista As A Young Man
- A Slow Slow Death
- As Lucerne The Low
- Avocado Baby
- Baby I Got The Death Rattle
- Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Break Beats
- By Your Hand
- Cemetery Gaits
- Coda A Burn Scar In The Shape Of The Sooner State
- Drop It Doe Eyes
- Fall Of Home
- For Flotsam
- For Whom The Belly Tolls
- Four Seasons
- Glue Me
- Got Stendhals
- Hate For The Island
- Hello Sadness
- Hung Empty
- I Broke Up In Amarante
- I Just Sighed I Just Sighed Just So You Know
- In Medias Res
- It Started With A Mixx
- Its Never That Easy Though Is It Song For The Other Kurt
- Letters From Me To Charlotte
- Life Is A Long Time
- Miserabilia
- My Year In Lists
- Renato Dallara
- Romance Is Boring
- Sad Suppers
- Selling Rope Swan Dive To Estuary
- She Crows Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown 4
- Songs About Your Girlfriend
- Sweet Dreams Sweet Cheeks
- The Time Before The Last Time
- This Is A Flag There Is No Wind
- Tiptoe Through The True Bits
- To The Boneyard
- To Tundra
- Too Many Flesh Suppers
- We Are All Accelerated Readers
- What Death Leaves Behind
- When Christmas Comes
- Who Fell Asleep In
- Yr Boyfriend
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!
Capo II
A Bm D
A D
Writing sleeper hits for all these weeping dip shits,
E D
turning tricks for cheap kicks where I can.
D G D
I turn ‘em with my whole damn body,
D G D
I turn ‘em with my whole damn body.
A
She told her friends she’d got with me,
D
She lied it drunkenly.
D E D
I’m only angry because I wish she had.
D G D
I wish it with my whole damn body,
D G D
I wish it with my whole damn body.
A Bm G D
Fifty thousand cotton wool balls, line your whole bedroom floor,
E Bm G D
soaked in black tears from your mascara, resembles piles of coal.
G D Bm D
And we’ll stack them up high and lie by fireside to the morning from the night.
G D Bm D
Led on an ex-boyfriend’s corpse, I slit from gullet to balls and splayed his face to the floor
G D G D
She crows, "you want my happiness, but on your terms"
G D G D
And I know, you’re just a foot up out of the doldrums.
A Bm D
D A E D
All the finger sucking, singer fucking girls are making me wake up in these cold sweats.
D G D
I sweat it from my whole damn body,
D G D
I sweat it from my whole damn body.
D A E D
Swapping drinks tickets for all these indiscreet snippets of how it feels to truly be adored.
D G D
I feel it in my whole damn body,
D G D
I feel it in my whole damn body.
E Bm G D
Blue blood, red carpet burns in the white of your home counties skin.
E Bm G D
Daddy's a patriot, enjoyed this summer a lot, but hide your jubilee knees.
G D Bm D
Me, half hard, from while I dreamt pressed in the corner of your bed recollecting what we did.
G D Bm D
Taxi cab to travel lodge, he drops me off outside the lobby, lowers his wink like guillotine.
G D G D
She crows, "you want my happiness, but on your terms"
G D G D
And I know, you’re just a foot up out of the doldrums.
Bm
Invite in for coffee blends and night ends
A
We get head like Nescafe gold blend.
G
Big tip for the pretty girl waiting the IHOP
D
these blank napkins: unwritten suicide notes.
A D
It's dark inside these eyelids, blacker than the ink, squid.
A Bm D
A D
Writing sleeper hits for all these weeping dip shits,
E D
turning tricks for cheap kicks where I can.
D G D
I turn ‘em with my whole damn body,
D G D
I turn ‘em with my whole damn body.
A
She told her friends she’d got with me,
D
She lied it drunkenly.
D E D
I’m only angry because I wish she had.
D G D
I wish it with my whole damn body,
D G D
I wish it with my whole damn body.
A Bm G D
Fifty thousand cotton wool balls, line your whole bedroom floor,
E Bm G D
soaked in black tears from your mascara, resembles piles of coal.
G D Bm D
And we’ll stack them up high and lie by fireside to the morning from the night.
G D Bm D
Led on an ex-boyfriend’s corpse, I slit from gullet to balls and splayed his face to the floor
G D G D
She crows, "you want my happiness, but on your terms"
G D G D
And I know, you’re just a foot up out of the doldrums.
A Bm D
D A E D
All the finger sucking, singer fucking girls are making me wake up in these cold sweats.
D G D
I sweat it from my whole damn body,
D G D
I sweat it from my whole damn body.
D A E D
Swapping drinks tickets for all these indiscreet snippets of how it feels to truly be adored.
D G D
I feel it in my whole damn body,
D G D
I feel it in my whole damn body.
E Bm G D
Blue blood, red carpet burns in the white of your home counties skin.
E Bm G D
Daddy's a patriot, enjoyed this summer a lot, but hide your jubilee knees.
G D Bm D
Me, half hard, from while I dreamt pressed in the corner of your bed recollecting what we did.
G D Bm D
Taxi cab to travel lodge, he drops me off outside the lobby, lowers his wink like guillotine.
G D G D
She crows, "you want my happiness, but on your terms"
G D G D
And I know, you’re just a foot up out of the doldrums.
Bm
Invite in for coffee blends and night ends
A
We get head like Nescafe gold blend.
G
Big tip for the pretty girl waiting the IHOP
D
these blank napkins: unwritten suicide notes.
A D
It's dark inside these eyelids, blacker than the ink, squid.
Los Claxons
Los Colores
Los Dandy's
Los Daniels
Los De Adentro