Biografia:
Formada no verão de 2002 em Londres, Inglaterra, a banda Razorlight conquistou o reconhecimento do público com o lançamento do CD Up All Night, em 2004. Garantindo assim ótimas posições nas paradas britânicas e destaques em revistas como NME, Q magazine e Billboard.
Formação
*Björn Sten Ågren nasceu em 1979 na Suécia - guitarrista. Ele escreveu a música To The Sea, que está no CD Up All Night.
*Jonathan Edward Borrell, nasceu em 4 Abril de 1980, em Muswell Hill, Londres, Inglaterra - vocalista, guitarrista e compositor.
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Outras músicas:
- America
- Don't Go Back To Dalston
- Fall To Pieces
- Golden Touch
- Hostage Of Love
- Somewhere Else
- Wire To Wire
- 60 Thompson
- Back To The Start
- Before I Fall To Pieces
- Burberry Blue Eyes Acoustic
- Carry Yourself
- Dalston
- Dont Go Back To Dalston
- Fairytale Of New York
- Fairytale Of Newyork
- Fall Fall Fall
- Funeral Blues
- Hey Ya
- Hold On
- I Cant Stop This Feeling Ive Got
- In The City
- In The Morning
- Japanrock
- Kirbys House
- Los Angeles Waltz
- Monster Boots
- North London Trash
- Olympus Sleeping
- Sorry
- Stinger
- Stop
- Stumble And Fall
- The House
- Up All Night
- Who Needs Love
- You And The Rest
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!
Standard tuning EBGDAE
Capo 1(chords relevant to capo)
Intro:
G A D
D
It was Christmas Eve babe
G
In the drunk tank
D A
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
D
And then he sang a song
G
The rare old mountain dew
D
I turned my face away
G A D A
And dreamed about you
D
Got on a lucky one
G
Came in eighteen to one
D
I’ve got a feeling
A
This year for me and you
D
So happy Christmas
G
I love you baby
D
I can see a better time
G A D
When all our dreams come true
D A D G
D A G A
D A
They’ve got cars big as bars
B G
They’ve got rivers of gold
D
But the wind goes right through you
A
It’s no place for the old
D Bm
When you first took my hand
D G
On a cold Christmas eve
D
You promised me
A D
Broadway was waiting for me
D
You were handsome
You were pretty
A
Queen of New York City
D G
When the band finished playing
A D
They howled out for more
D
Sinatra was swinging,
A
All the drunks they were singing
D G
We kissed on a corner
A D
Then danced through the night
G A
The boys of the NYPD choir
D Bm
Were singing Galway bay
D G A
And the bells were ringing out
D
For Christmas day
D A G A
D A G A
D
You’re a bum
You’re a punk
A
You’re an old slut on junk
D G A D
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
D
You scumbag, you maggot
A
You cheap lousy faggot
D G
Happy Christmas your arse
A D
I pray God its our last
G
The boys of the NYPD choir
D B
Were singing Galway bay
D G A
And the bells were ringing out
D A
For Christmas day
D
I could have been someone
G
Well so could anyone
D
You took my dreams from me
A
When I first found you
D
I kept them with me babe
G
I put them with my own
D
Can’t make it all alone
G A D
I’ve built my dreams around you
G Bm A
The boys of the NYPD choir
D Bm
Were singing Galway bay
D G A
And the bells were ringing out
D
For Christmas day
Capo 1(chords relevant to capo)
Intro:
G A D
D
It was Christmas Eve babe
G
In the drunk tank
D A
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
D
And then he sang a song
G
The rare old mountain dew
D
I turned my face away
G A D A
And dreamed about you
D
Got on a lucky one
G
Came in eighteen to one
D
I’ve got a feeling
A
This year for me and you
D
So happy Christmas
G
I love you baby
D
I can see a better time
G A D
When all our dreams come true
D A D G
D A G A
D A
They’ve got cars big as bars
B G
They’ve got rivers of gold
D
But the wind goes right through you
A
It’s no place for the old
D Bm
When you first took my hand
D G
On a cold Christmas eve
D
You promised me
A D
Broadway was waiting for me
D
You were handsome
You were pretty
A
Queen of New York City
D G
When the band finished playing
A D
They howled out for more
D
Sinatra was swinging,
A
All the drunks they were singing
D G
We kissed on a corner
A D
Then danced through the night
G A
The boys of the NYPD choir
D Bm
Were singing Galway bay
D G A
And the bells were ringing out
D
For Christmas day
D A G A
D A G A
D
You’re a bum
You’re a punk
A
You’re an old slut on junk
D G A D
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
D
You scumbag, you maggot
A
You cheap lousy faggot
D G
Happy Christmas your arse
A D
I pray God its our last
G
The boys of the NYPD choir
D B
Were singing Galway bay
D G A
And the bells were ringing out
D A
For Christmas day
D
I could have been someone
G
Well so could anyone
D
You took my dreams from me
A
When I first found you
D
I kept them with me babe
G
I put them with my own
D
Can’t make it all alone
G A D
I’ve built my dreams around you
G Bm A
The boys of the NYPD choir
D Bm
Were singing Galway bay
D G A
And the bells were ringing out
D
For Christmas day
Real Friends
Real Madrid
Real Mckenzies
Reamonn
Reba Mcentire