Biografia:
Nascidos das cinzas da antiga banda Anatomy Of A Ghost, John Gourley (na voz) e Zach Carothers (na guitarra), de Wasilla, Alaska, E.U.A., decidem continuar o trabalho em conjunto e criam um novo projecto, agora com o polémico nome Portugal. The Man.
Têm as suas raízes no rock, com elementos folk, soul e até mesmo blues. Já contam com quatro álbuns na sua discografia: “Waiter: You Vultures!”, seguido de “Church Mouth”, um album detentor de maior "agressividade".
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Outras músicas:
- Created
- Creep In A T-shirt
- Feel It Still
- Feel It Still (live)
- Fell It Still
- Live In The Moment
- People Say
- Sea Of Air
- Sleep Forever
- Smile
- So American
- So Young
- Waves
- Modern Jesus
- 1989
- 60 Years
- All My People
- All Your Light
- All Your Light Times Like These
- And I
- Atomic Man
- Cheer Up
- Colors
- Creep In A T
- Dayman
- Do You
- Easy Tiger
- Everyone Is Golden
- Everything You See Kids Count Hallelujahs
- Evil Friends
- Floating Time Isnt Working My Side
- Got It All
- Got It All This Cant Be Living Now
- Guns And Dogs
- Head Is A Flame Cool With It
- Hip Hop Kids
- Holy Roller Hallelujah
- Just A Fool
- Keep On
- Let You Down
- Mornings
- Mr Lonely
- My Mind
- Number One
- Oh Boy
- Once Was One
- Our Way
- Plastic Soldiers
- Purple Yellow Red And Blue
- Rich Friends
- Salt
- Senseless
- Share With Me The Sun
- Someday Believers
- Stables And Chairs
- The Dead Dog
- The Dog Dog
- The Home
- The Sun
- The Woods
- Tidal Wave
- When The War Ends
- Work All Day
- You Carried Us Acoustic
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: Em Am D G
Em Am
I was born without a name
D
A soldier for
G
The streets they say
Em
This kid's on a mission
Am D
Running high on fame of the guillotine
G Am
No roots to find and no one to miss him
Em
My head is like a flame
G Em
Well we all get strange
B
And we know it
C G
But we're cool with it
Em
And we all get a little bit older
B
In this day and age
C
But we deal with it
Em Am D G
Am D
Shaking with a fire burning deep inside
G Em
Still the politicians they never listen
Am
Blood money was a sound
D
I didn't care to hear
G Am
Of which the politicians they only listen
Em Am
My head is like a flame
Em G
And my eyes were red
Em
Well we all get strange
B
And we know it
C G
But we're cool with it
Em
And we all get a little bit older
B
In this day and age
C G
But we deal with it
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
G
It was burning up
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
It was burning up
Em Am D G x2
Em Am D
I became a child of the universe
G Am
Reborn into this galactic prism
Em Am
My head was like a flame
Em
Ah, my eyes were red
G Em
Well we all get strange
B
And we know it
C G
But we're cool with it
Em
And we all get a little bit older
B
In this day and age
C G
But we deal with it
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
G
It was burning up
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
It was burning up
G Em B C
Em Am
I was born without a name
D
A soldier for
G
The streets they say
Em
This kid's on a mission
Am D
Running high on fame of the guillotine
G Am
No roots to find and no one to miss him
Em
My head is like a flame
G Em
Well we all get strange
B
And we know it
C G
But we're cool with it
Em
And we all get a little bit older
B
In this day and age
C
But we deal with it
Em Am D G
Am D
Shaking with a fire burning deep inside
G Em
Still the politicians they never listen
Am
Blood money was a sound
D
I didn't care to hear
G Am
Of which the politicians they only listen
Em Am
My head is like a flame
Em G
And my eyes were red
Em
Well we all get strange
B
And we know it
C G
But we're cool with it
Em
And we all get a little bit older
B
In this day and age
C G
But we deal with it
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
G
It was burning up
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
It was burning up
Em Am D G x2
Em Am D
I became a child of the universe
G Am
Reborn into this galactic prism
Em Am
My head was like a flame
Em
Ah, my eyes were red
G Em
Well we all get strange
B
And we know it
C G
But we're cool with it
Em
And we all get a little bit older
B
In this day and age
C G
But we deal with it
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
G
It was burning up
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
It was burning up
G Em B C
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