Biografia:
Hailing originally from Fremantle, on Western Australia's west coast, Peter Bibby is an alternative songwriter and guitarist. Along with his solo project, Bibby also plays in bands such as Frozen Ocean and F-cking Teeth.
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Outras músicas:
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]
D F#m G G x3
[Verse]
D F#m
Oh she loves my soul, but she hates my drinking
G
She never seems to know just what I'm thinking
D F#m
She knows not where I'm at nor where I'm from
G
And I don't know where she gets off trying to be my mum
C F Dm C F Dm
And I don't appreciate her concern
C F Dm C F Dm
It's my choice, if I want to crash and burn
D F#m
But I'm not crashing, and I'm not burning
G
Im in a constant state of observational learning
D F#m
Maybe I do it a bit too often while I'm sipping cups of wine
G
But it lightens up my view and the choice is only mine
[Chorus]
C F Dm C F Dm
Yeah she loves my soul but she, she hates my boozing
C
She never notices when I'm winning
F Dm C F Dm
Only notices when I'm losing
[Verse 2]
D F#m
Sometimes I light up, and keep her up all night
G
Maybe this has something to do with her plight
D F#m
She doesn't see the beauty, she sees foulness and depression
G
She doesn't understand how I grew this great obsession of it
C F Dm C F Dm
I know for sure even though it's quite unhealthy
C F Dm C F Dm
My cashflow may be low, but my inspiration is wealthy
{Instrumental}
D F#m G Em A
A D F#m G Bm
Em Em C Em F
C Em Am G C
Em Dm Am C Em
G Dm D C C Dm
F Dm C x2
[Verse 3]
D F#m
Oh she loves my soul, but she hates my drowning
G
She never seems to laugh when I'm dancing and I'm clowning
D F#m
She doesn't seem to realize that all her favourite songs of mine
G
Are written after downing at least two bottles of wine
C F D
Oh she smashes all the glasses in an attempt to make me stop
C F D
So I drink straight from the bottle as I dance and skip and hop
C F Dm
She cries at me, she screams at me, she tells me this must cease
C F Dm
She says "Bibby, won't you stop this rubbish? Stop it for me, please!"
D F#m
I tell her when she keeps her fingers out of my tobacco pouch
G D F#m G
Maybe then I'll consider sitting soberly on the couch, oi
[Outro]
D F#m
Oh she loves my soul, but she hates my drinking
G F# F E *Em
I wonder if she knows that my love for her is shrinking
*Pull off index finger of E chord to make Em
D F#m G G x3
[Verse]
D F#m
Oh she loves my soul, but she hates my drinking
G
She never seems to know just what I'm thinking
D F#m
She knows not where I'm at nor where I'm from
G
And I don't know where she gets off trying to be my mum
C F Dm C F Dm
And I don't appreciate her concern
C F Dm C F Dm
It's my choice, if I want to crash and burn
D F#m
But I'm not crashing, and I'm not burning
G
Im in a constant state of observational learning
D F#m
Maybe I do it a bit too often while I'm sipping cups of wine
G
But it lightens up my view and the choice is only mine
[Chorus]
C F Dm C F Dm
Yeah she loves my soul but she, she hates my boozing
C
She never notices when I'm winning
F Dm C F Dm
Only notices when I'm losing
[Verse 2]
D F#m
Sometimes I light up, and keep her up all night
G
Maybe this has something to do with her plight
D F#m
She doesn't see the beauty, she sees foulness and depression
G
She doesn't understand how I grew this great obsession of it
C F Dm C F Dm
I know for sure even though it's quite unhealthy
C F Dm C F Dm
My cashflow may be low, but my inspiration is wealthy
{Instrumental}
D F#m G Em A
A D F#m G Bm
Em Em C Em F
C Em Am G C
Em Dm Am C Em
G Dm D C C Dm
F Dm C x2
[Verse 3]
D F#m
Oh she loves my soul, but she hates my drowning
G
She never seems to laugh when I'm dancing and I'm clowning
D F#m
She doesn't seem to realize that all her favourite songs of mine
G
Are written after downing at least two bottles of wine
C F D
Oh she smashes all the glasses in an attempt to make me stop
C F D
So I drink straight from the bottle as I dance and skip and hop
C F Dm
She cries at me, she screams at me, she tells me this must cease
C F Dm
She says "Bibby, won't you stop this rubbish? Stop it for me, please!"
D F#m
I tell her when she keeps her fingers out of my tobacco pouch
G D F#m G
Maybe then I'll consider sitting soberly on the couch, oi
[Outro]
D F#m
Oh she loves my soul, but she hates my drinking
G F# F E *Em
I wonder if she knows that my love for her is shrinking
*Pull off index finger of E chord to make Em
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