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!
chord with the * indicates one strum
[Intro]
Am E C E Am E C E Am
[Verse 1]
E C E Am E C
I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes
E Am E C
That shaped folded banks inside,
E Am E C E
As he shivered out thoughts.
Am E C E
They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans",
Am E Am
Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths.
Am
E C E
All these thoughts were rolled onto needles,
Am E C E
That spilled from heads, tumble like apples,
Am E C E
Fell into the sky, that’s where they hide,
Am E
Where rubies turned diamonds.
C E Am E
Like textures, like sunshine,
C E Am E
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
Am
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
[Chorus]
Am Dm G Am
As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,
Dm G
And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,
Am
"What will we become?"
E* Am
E*
[Verse 2]
Am E C E
Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired
Am E
Will stay where it's warm,
C E Am E C E
Where it's safe from the down beating drums.
Am E C E Am E
They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans",
C E Am E
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
Am
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
[Bridge]
Am Dm G Am* C* Em* Am*
Am Dm G Am* C* Em* Am*
Am Dm
As habits pull the sleep out,
G Am
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine.
Dm
As habits pull the sleep out,
G Am
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine.
[Chorus]
Dm G Am
As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,
Dm G
And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,
Am
"What will we become?"
Am
[Outro]
C* Em* Am
Into its own.
C* Em* Am
Into its own.
C* Em* Am
Into its own.
[Intro]
Am E C E Am E C E Am
[Verse 1]
E C E Am E C
I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes
E Am E C
That shaped folded banks inside,
E Am E C E
As he shivered out thoughts.
Am E C E
They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans",
Am E Am
Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths.
Am
E C E
All these thoughts were rolled onto needles,
Am E C E
That spilled from heads, tumble like apples,
Am E C E
Fell into the sky, that’s where they hide,
Am E
Where rubies turned diamonds.
C E Am E
Like textures, like sunshine,
C E Am E
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
Am
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
[Chorus]
Am Dm G Am
As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,
Dm G
And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,
Am
"What will we become?"
E* Am
E*
[Verse 2]
Am E C E
Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired
Am E
Will stay where it's warm,
C E Am E C E
Where it's safe from the down beating drums.
Am E C E Am E
They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans",
C E Am E
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
Am
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
[Bridge]
Am Dm G Am* C* Em* Am*
Am Dm G Am* C* Em* Am*
Am Dm
As habits pull the sleep out,
G Am
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine.
Dm
As habits pull the sleep out,
G Am
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine.
[Chorus]
Dm G Am
As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,
Dm G
And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,
Am
"What will we become?"
Am
[Outro]
C* Em* Am
Into its own.
C* Em* Am
Into its own.
C* Em* Am
Into its own.
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