Biografia:
P.S. Eliot was an American pop-punk band formed in 2007 in Birmingham, Alabama by twin sisters Katie Crutchfield (guitars, vocals) (who subsequently records as Waxahatchee) and Allison Crutchfield (drums) (who subsequently records as Swearin'), together with Will Granger on guitar, and Katherine Simonetti on bass. Counting bands such as Bikini Kill, Xray Spex, Fugazi and the Raincoats amongst their influences, the explicitly feminist band released two albums: Introverted Romance In Our Troubled Minds (2009) and Sadie (2011)
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[Intro]
N.C.
Transparent
[Verse 1]
D
Your eyes drooping dead
Bm
Your arms over your head
G
Draft posture, throught graphic
D
You stood layered lean
Bm
Covers of magazines
G
I'd worship you
D
And now I reside in my head
Bm
And I ripped you to shreds
G
Page after page
D
If I could show no remorse
Bm
Let severance run its course
G
You'd disengage
[Chorus]
A G
But I watch it without the sound
A G
You're far, I'm underground
A G
We star in silent films
A G
We live in cryptic realms
[Guitar solo]
D Bm G (x2)
[Verse 2]
G
You feel
D
Complicated and spread
Bm
You watch me densely dread
G
Each monologue, and we sit
D
On porches and trains
Bm
Listening to complain
G
And prattle talk
D
And we are identical
Anguish, inexplicable
Bm
And I wouldn't know what to
G D
Tell me if I were you
Bm G
And you're not saying much
[Chorus]
A G
And I watch it without the sound
A G
You're far, I'm underground
A G
We star in silent films
A G
We live in cryptic realms
[Interlude]
D Bm G (x2)
[Outro]
D Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting old.
Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting down.
Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting old.
Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting new (you?).
N.C.
Transparent
[Verse 1]
D
Your eyes drooping dead
Bm
Your arms over your head
G
Draft posture, throught graphic
D
You stood layered lean
Bm
Covers of magazines
G
I'd worship you
D
And now I reside in my head
Bm
And I ripped you to shreds
G
Page after page
D
If I could show no remorse
Bm
Let severance run its course
G
You'd disengage
[Chorus]
A G
But I watch it without the sound
A G
You're far, I'm underground
A G
We star in silent films
A G
We live in cryptic realms
[Guitar solo]
D Bm G (x2)
[Verse 2]
G
You feel
D
Complicated and spread
Bm
You watch me densely dread
G
Each monologue, and we sit
D
On porches and trains
Bm
Listening to complain
G
And prattle talk
D
And we are identical
Anguish, inexplicable
Bm
And I wouldn't know what to
G D
Tell me if I were you
Bm G
And you're not saying much
[Chorus]
A G
And I watch it without the sound
A G
You're far, I'm underground
A G
We star in silent films
A G
We live in cryptic realms
[Interlude]
D Bm G (x2)
[Outro]
D Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting old.
Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting down.
Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting old.
Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting new (you?).
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