Biografia:
Microdisney fue creado en Cork(Irlanda) por Sean O’Hagan y Cathal Coughlan: luminosidad y la oscuridad;dos personajes totalmente opuestos en un grupo de pop. Microdisney fabricaban un pop brillante , a veces furioso y siempre dotado de una elegancia al alcance de muy pocos. Raras son las veces que un grupo de pop consigue ensamblar sin traumas dos piezas tan distintas como eran Sean O’Hagan (la dulzura) y Cathal Coughlan (la ira).El efecto de esa relación eran discos
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Outras músicas:
- 464
- A Friend With A Big Mouth
- Angels
- Are You Happy
- Armadillo Man
- Begging Bowl
- Big Sleeping House
- Birthday Girl
- Bullwhip Road
- Dear Rosemary
- Dolly
- Dreaming Drains
- Everybody Is Dead
- Gale Force Wind
- Give Me All Of Your Clothes
- Helicopter Of The Holy Ghost
- High And Dry
- Horse Overboard
- Humane
- Loftholdingswood
- Past
- Pink Skinned Man
- Rack
- Sleepless
- Sun
- Town To Town
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!
[Intro]
Bm7 E7 Amaj7 Bm (x2)
[Verse 1]
A D6 A D6
Up the stairs, side by side
A D6 A D6
Slightly drunk and getting worn
A D6 A D6
Middle aged travelling friends
A D6 A D6
Losing count in a foreign bed
A D6 A D6
And they think they're bounding through
A D6 A D6
Life's adventure
A D6 A D6
He's the knight in shiny suit
A D6 A D6
She’s got squalor
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
Where's the hope or beauty, truth or dignity
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
Put that suitcase down before you answer me
Bm7 E7 Amaj7 Bm (x2)
[Verse 2]
A D6 A D6
Sunday lunch, final day
A D6 A D6
At the station it starts to rain
A D6 A D6
"Yes I'm fine, yes I'll write"
A D6 A D6
Weary grin and away she goes
A D6 A D6
But tonight I'll eat alone
A D6 A D6
In my bedsit
A D6 A D6 A D6 A D6
Sober, stupid, idle, fat, old, old
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
We have nothing decent we can dream about
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
Not one thing that's better than a cowards death
[Instrumental break]
Bm7 Dm7 (x4)
Bbm7 Abm7 (x4)
Bm7 E7 Amaj7 Bm (x2)
[Verse 3]
A D6 A D6
Holding on, holding on
A D6 A D6
From your birth to the day you die
A D6 A D6
Let it rest, let it slide
A D6 A D6
One day you'll see the face of Christ
A D6 A D6
And you think you're bounding through
A D6 A D6
Life's adventure
A D6 A D6
You see yourself in coloured clothes
A D6 A D6
Smiling nicely
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
That's no stinking corner where all rats can feed
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
That's the helicopter of the holy ghost
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
People starve and see their children shot to bits
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
Every corpse that falls will make him swell
Bm7 E7 Amaj7 Bm (x2)
[Verse 1]
A D6 A D6
Up the stairs, side by side
A D6 A D6
Slightly drunk and getting worn
A D6 A D6
Middle aged travelling friends
A D6 A D6
Losing count in a foreign bed
A D6 A D6
And they think they're bounding through
A D6 A D6
Life's adventure
A D6 A D6
He's the knight in shiny suit
A D6 A D6
She’s got squalor
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
Where's the hope or beauty, truth or dignity
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
Put that suitcase down before you answer me
Bm7 E7 Amaj7 Bm (x2)
[Verse 2]
A D6 A D6
Sunday lunch, final day
A D6 A D6
At the station it starts to rain
A D6 A D6
"Yes I'm fine, yes I'll write"
A D6 A D6
Weary grin and away she goes
A D6 A D6
But tonight I'll eat alone
A D6 A D6
In my bedsit
A D6 A D6 A D6 A D6
Sober, stupid, idle, fat, old, old
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
We have nothing decent we can dream about
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
Not one thing that's better than a cowards death
[Instrumental break]
Bm7 Dm7 (x4)
Bbm7 Abm7 (x4)
Bm7 E7 Amaj7 Bm (x2)
[Verse 3]
A D6 A D6
Holding on, holding on
A D6 A D6
From your birth to the day you die
A D6 A D6
Let it rest, let it slide
A D6 A D6
One day you'll see the face of Christ
A D6 A D6
And you think you're bounding through
A D6 A D6
Life's adventure
A D6 A D6
You see yourself in coloured clothes
A D6 A D6
Smiling nicely
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
That's no stinking corner where all rats can feed
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
That's the helicopter of the holy ghost
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
People starve and see their children shot to bits
Dmaj7 Bm7 C#m7
Every corpse that falls will make him swell
Middle Tickle
Midland
Midnasty
Midnight Ambassa (...)
Midnight Aria