Biografia:
Nik Kershaw (nascido Nicholas David Kershaw, 1 Março de 1958, Bristol, Inglaterra) é um cantor e compositor inglês, popular nos anos 80.
Apesar de ter nascido em Bristol, Kershaw cresceu em Ipswich e depois de deixar a escola secundária de Northgate em 1976, Kershaw trabalhou numa loja e no Departamento de Emprego durante vários anos, nos quais ele tocava guitarra e cantava numa série de bandas underground de Ipswich. No entanto, quando a última destas
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Outras músicas:
- Wouldn’t It Be Good
- All About You
- Billy
- Cant Get Arrested
- Dark Glasses
- Die Laughing
- Feels Like Somebody Loves You
- Get Up
- Have A Nice Life
- I Wont Let The Sun Go Down On Me
- Loud Confident And Wrong
- Radio Musicola
- Shame On You
- Shine On
- So Quiet
- Somebody Loves You
- Stuff
- The Riddle
- The Skys The Limit
- These Tears
- Wide Boy
- Wouldnt It Be Good
- Yeah Yeah
- Youre The Best
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!
Some wonky chord names from me to start :P
F#m/C# 044200
F#m* 244200
F#* 244300
C#m X46650
Intro F#m/C# - F#m*
(jive strumming of F#m/C# to the mood of the song, with thumb hammer on 2nd fret to get the F#m*)
F#m/C# - F#m*
Sea of faces
D A
Rolling on the big wave
A C#m
Wish that I could dive right in
F#m/C# - F#m*
Shiny faces,
D A
Glowing in the light rays
A C#m
Smiling at me, sink or swim
G G - F#m - Em
I put my words upon their lips
Em A
I put my body at their finger tips
And
B F# B
It feels like somebody loves you,
F# E F#* E - F#*
somebody understands
B F# B F#
It gets like you gotta be there
E F#* E - F#*
you gotta see those hands
F#m/C# - F#m*
It's my party
D A
I don't have to impress
A C#m
I don't have to try too hard
F#m/C# - F#m*
Yeah it's my party
D A
I don't have to care less
A C#m
I can always play my part
G G - F#m - Em
They know my face and they know my name
Em
They know my shamelessness
A
but not my shame
And
B F# B
It feels like somebody loves you,
F# E F#* E - F#*
somebody understands
B F# B F#
It gets like you gotta be there
E F#* E - F#*
you gotta see those hands
G A B D
Reaching out, reaching up for somebody
G A B D
And I'm the only one they see
G A B D
Lucky break just as well they don't realise
A
That I need them much more
than they need me
B - F# - B - F# - E - F#* - E - F#*
F#m
Hello home boy
D A
Welcome to the real world
G#
Say what planet have I been on
F#m
Time to wake up
D
Time to smell the roses
A G#
Who's gonna love me when they've gone
G G F# Em
What will I do without my wishing well
F# G
What will I say if I can't talk about my self
G F# Em
I may be crazy, you can call me mad
A
I call it simple you call it sad
But
B F# B F#
It feels like somebody loves you,
E F#* E - F#*
somebody understands
B F# B F#
It gets like you gotta be there
E F#* E - F#*
you gotta see those hands
And
B F# B F#
It feels like somebody loves you,
E F#* E - F#*
somebody understands
B F# B F#
It gets like you gotta be there
E F#* E - F#*
you gotta see those hands
F#m/C# - F#m*
F#m/C# 044200
F#m* 244200
F#* 244300
C#m X46650
Intro F#m/C# - F#m*
(jive strumming of F#m/C# to the mood of the song, with thumb hammer on 2nd fret to get the F#m*)
F#m/C# - F#m*
Sea of faces
D A
Rolling on the big wave
A C#m
Wish that I could dive right in
F#m/C# - F#m*
Shiny faces,
D A
Glowing in the light rays
A C#m
Smiling at me, sink or swim
G G - F#m - Em
I put my words upon their lips
Em A
I put my body at their finger tips
And
B F# B
It feels like somebody loves you,
F# E F#* E - F#*
somebody understands
B F# B F#
It gets like you gotta be there
E F#* E - F#*
you gotta see those hands
F#m/C# - F#m*
It's my party
D A
I don't have to impress
A C#m
I don't have to try too hard
F#m/C# - F#m*
Yeah it's my party
D A
I don't have to care less
A C#m
I can always play my part
G G - F#m - Em
They know my face and they know my name
Em
They know my shamelessness
A
but not my shame
And
B F# B
It feels like somebody loves you,
F# E F#* E - F#*
somebody understands
B F# B F#
It gets like you gotta be there
E F#* E - F#*
you gotta see those hands
G A B D
Reaching out, reaching up for somebody
G A B D
And I'm the only one they see
G A B D
Lucky break just as well they don't realise
A
That I need them much more
than they need me
B - F# - B - F# - E - F#* - E - F#*
F#m
Hello home boy
D A
Welcome to the real world
G#
Say what planet have I been on
F#m
Time to wake up
D
Time to smell the roses
A G#
Who's gonna love me when they've gone
G G F# Em
What will I do without my wishing well
F# G
What will I say if I can't talk about my self
G F# Em
I may be crazy, you can call me mad
A
I call it simple you call it sad
But
B F# B F#
It feels like somebody loves you,
E F#* E - F#*
somebody understands
B F# B F#
It gets like you gotta be there
E F#* E - F#*
you gotta see those hands
And
B F# B F#
It feels like somebody loves you,
E F#* E - F#*
somebody understands
B F# B F#
It gets like you gotta be there
E F#* E - F#*
you gotta see those hands
F#m/C# - F#m*
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