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!
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SONG NAME - Band Name
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Tuning: standard
C= x32010 / x35553
F= 133211
Dm= xx0231 / x57765
G= 320033 / 355433
C F
There’s a full moon over this ancient town
Dm G
A clock faced the colour of the sky
C F
And every street that we walk down
Dm G
Belongs to the house, where my father died
Where prisoners march in luck step with each other
Reavers test the limit of their reign
Dragging their dead weight from the other
While I claim my place, centre stage
I’ve been thrown by the thrashing of his going
Chained to his unseen stride
I’ve walked in luck step without knowing
My indifference, my only disguise
Now it comes through me like an injection
Anonymous pain throbbing reel inside
And every pulse in my body
Belongs to the house, where my father died
Won’t catch his spirit in a candle
On alive finished guttering glow
And death comes through these streets like a scandal
Bent up and beaten, oh bitter body blow
And in bars and shaded back rooms
Those who can’t cope just get high
But every place this drink takes me to
Belongs to the house, where my father died
And there’s a full moon over this ancient town
Head lights numb the banner of the sky
Rain rages the steadings and the open ground
I’m a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes
And the valley cannons and thunder
Trees blow beneath the bruising of the sky
Like centuries shield the lake from my wonder
And I’m as helpless as a child hiding from life
And the face from my mind is fading
I could old wounds for the very first time
Tonight there’s going to be a reckoning
I’m entering the house, where my father die
SONG NAME - Band Name
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tuning: standard
C= x32010 / x35553
F= 133211
Dm= xx0231 / x57765
G= 320033 / 355433
C F
There’s a full moon over this ancient town
Dm G
A clock faced the colour of the sky
C F
And every street that we walk down
Dm G
Belongs to the house, where my father died
Where prisoners march in luck step with each other
Reavers test the limit of their reign
Dragging their dead weight from the other
While I claim my place, centre stage
I’ve been thrown by the thrashing of his going
Chained to his unseen stride
I’ve walked in luck step without knowing
My indifference, my only disguise
Now it comes through me like an injection
Anonymous pain throbbing reel inside
And every pulse in my body
Belongs to the house, where my father died
Won’t catch his spirit in a candle
On alive finished guttering glow
And death comes through these streets like a scandal
Bent up and beaten, oh bitter body blow
And in bars and shaded back rooms
Those who can’t cope just get high
But every place this drink takes me to
Belongs to the house, where my father died
And there’s a full moon over this ancient town
Head lights numb the banner of the sky
Rain rages the steadings and the open ground
I’m a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes
And the valley cannons and thunder
Trees blow beneath the bruising of the sky
Like centuries shield the lake from my wonder
And I’m as helpless as a child hiding from life
And the face from my mind is fading
I could old wounds for the very first time
Tonight there’s going to be a reckoning
I’m entering the house, where my father die
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