Biografia:
Dave y Serge Bielanko (son hermanos) crean MARAH en Filadelfía.
Publican como primer disco "Let's Cut The Crap...", un album casi acústico repleto de grandes canciones bañadas en fuego, sudor y alcohol.
Steve Earle se obsesiona con ellos, los ficha para su sello, y acto seguido graban "Kids In Philly", su primera obra maestra. Son inclasificables, un grupo de Rock con toques roots pero con la energía de una banda de Punk.
Su fama de gran grupo de directo corre de boca en boca, sus fans matarían por ellos.
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D
I don't know what I feel inside
C
The Demon sighs in the dashboard lights
G
He lights a cigarette with his fingernail
G
As he circling our block
D
Now I don't quite understand about love
C
The Demon snacks on a pickled dove
G
He parks his Nova about behind your truck
G
And comes in without a knock
Chorus:
Bm G
Bleeding out of small cuts in my skin
Bm D G
White sadness, the Demon, the demon
Bm G
Hurt to hurt from hurt comes the new pain
Bm D G
White sadness, the Demon, my demon
D
Now I don't feel like I wanna feel
C
The Demon waits as we finish our meal
G
He glares at photos of us on the fridge
G
And then he glares at us for real
D
I often dream about going back
C
The Demon's eyes go from clear to skunk black
G
He gropes your breasts with necessary attack
G
As you suck his lips of fire
Chorus 2x
Bm D
Fallin' out of favor was my favorite thing
A G
‘Til I took the pill that made you real
I don't know what I feel inside
C
The Demon sighs in the dashboard lights
G
He lights a cigarette with his fingernail
G
As he circling our block
D
Now I don't quite understand about love
C
The Demon snacks on a pickled dove
G
He parks his Nova about behind your truck
G
And comes in without a knock
Chorus:
Bm G
Bleeding out of small cuts in my skin
Bm D G
White sadness, the Demon, the demon
Bm G
Hurt to hurt from hurt comes the new pain
Bm D G
White sadness, the Demon, my demon
D
Now I don't feel like I wanna feel
C
The Demon waits as we finish our meal
G
He glares at photos of us on the fridge
G
And then he glares at us for real
D
I often dream about going back
C
The Demon's eyes go from clear to skunk black
G
He gropes your breasts with necessary attack
G
As you suck his lips of fire
Chorus 2x
Bm D
Fallin' out of favor was my favorite thing
A G
‘Til I took the pill that made you real
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Marbles
Marc
Marc Almond
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