Biografia:
Page France is an American indie folk-pop music band that plays melodic and emotional music. They are currently signed to Suicide Squeeze Records.
The band was started as a solo project in 2004 by Michael Nau, but quickly evolved into a full-time project with a somewhat revolving lineup of friends and collaborators. The band self-released their debut album, Come, I'm A Lion, which was then picked up by Fall Records. Their second album, Hello, Dear Wind, was also released by Fall Records, then later re-released by Suicide Squeeze.
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Outras músicas:
- Chariot
- Belly In The Fish
- Bush
- Casting Day
- Ceiling
- Circus Head Nobody Knows
- Dogs
- Elephant
- Feather
- Finders
- Glue
- Goodness
- Grass
- Heres A Telephone
- Jesus
- Junkyard
- Mr Violin And Dancing Bear
- No One Likes A Bleeder
- Passengers Laughing
- Pigeons
- Real To You
- Ruby Ring Man
- Spine
- Trampoline
- We Remain As Two
- Weatherman Section Three
- Windy
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Artist: Page France
Album: Hello, Dear Wind
Song: Grass
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Blue eyes when the wind was done
You were lying like a soldier
In the grass, in the grass
Like the war was over
Blue eyes when you took a breath
It was heavy on my shoulder
Clap your hands, clap your hands
It looks like the worst is over
Gadd6
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Blue eyes when the wind was here
You were blown just like a feather
In the trees, in the trees
You were caught inside forever
Blue eyes when you hold your breath
I can breath in deeper
Clap your hands, clap your hands
The grass doesn't get no greener
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Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Blue eyes when the wind was done
You were carried on my shoulder
Praise the land, praise the land
And all of its placeholders
(Praise the land, praise the land
And all of its placeholders)
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Album: Hello, Dear Wind
Song: Grass
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https://500px.com/thl22
Fmaj7 C Gadd6
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Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Blue eyes when the wind was done
You were lying like a soldier
In the grass, in the grass
Like the war was over
Blue eyes when you took a breath
It was heavy on my shoulder
Clap your hands, clap your hands
It looks like the worst is over
Gadd6
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Blue eyes when the wind was here
You were blown just like a feather
In the trees, in the trees
You were caught inside forever
Blue eyes when you hold your breath
I can breath in deeper
Clap your hands, clap your hands
The grass doesn't get no greener
Gadd6 x2
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Blue eyes when the wind was done
You were carried on my shoulder
Praise the land, praise the land
And all of its placeholders
(Praise the land, praise the land
And all of its placeholders)
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Guitar 2
x2
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#----------------------------PLEASE NOTE-----------------------------#
# This represents the author's own work and interpretation of the #
# song. To be used only for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#--------------------------------------------------------------------#
Pakalolo
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Palace
Palaye Royale