Biografia:
(2002)
Rishloo é uma banda de rock progressivo formada em 2002 nos Estados Unidos. Os membros da banda não só são inspirados por bandas como Tool, Dredg, The Mars Volta, David Bowie e King Crimson, mas também por artistas visuais como pintores Zdzislaw Beksinski, e Odd Nerdrum. Segundo o artista David ''o nome surgiu quando a tentativa de descrever um estado de inspiração descontrolada''.
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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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Am C
These are only words
Am Em
And artificial tones
Am Am
We're just skin-and-bones playing telephone with things
Em G
Probably never said at all
Am Em
This world is stitched with schemes
Em G
Where once, there was reality
Am F F
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances
Am Em Em
Between what we really are and who we claim to be
Am Am G F F
And the irony engine isn't lost on me
Am Em
The shame is that we saw it coming
Em
In the faces of the young among us
C
In crayon-and-paper drawings
C Am
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
Am G
What do they believe?
Am
Where are all their fathers?
Am Em
Where are all their mothers?
G
Who left them there alone
F G
With the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
G Am Em
"Figure it out on your own, child."
Am Am
If I still have anything to say
Am Em
I'll try to make it plain
G F
Contrivance is a luxury I don't have
F Em
In the time that's left before the madness overtakes me
C C C
I'm a voice among the voices
Em Em Em
The roar of whispers closes in
Am F
And the point seems to be pointless
Em Em Am
And I've forgotten who I am...
G Em Am G
And I've forgotten who I am...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
Artificial tones...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
These are only words...
Am C
These are only words
Am Em
And artificial tones
Am Am
We're just skin-and-bones playing telephone with things
Em G
Probably never said at all
Am Em
This world is stitched with schemes
Em G
Where once, there was reality
Am F F
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances
Am Em Em
Between what we really are and who we claim to be
Am Am G F F
And the irony engine isn't lost on me
Am Em
The shame is that we saw it coming
Em
In the faces of the young among us
C
In crayon-and-paper drawings
C Am
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
Am G
What do they believe?
Am
Where are all their fathers?
Am Em
Where are all their mothers?
G
Who left them there alone
F G
With the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
G Am Em
"Figure it out on your own, child."
Am Am
If I still have anything to say
Am Em
I'll try to make it plain
G F
Contrivance is a luxury I don't have
F Em
In the time that's left before the madness overtakes me
C C C
I'm a voice among the voices
Em Em Em
The roar of whispers closes in
Am F
And the point seems to be pointless
Em Em Am
And I've forgotten who I am...
G Em Am G
And I've forgotten who I am...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
Artificial tones...
Em Am
These are only words...
Em Am
These are only words...
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