Biografia:
Sean McCann is a drone artist and a sound sculptor based in Los Angeles, California. McCann continues to establish himself in the circle of drone musicians since his wake in 2008. His vision is shaped by his approach, creating richly textured ambient drones and blissful synthscapes, each track with a unique instrumental axis. McCann's orchestration has varied from banjo, violin, piano, electric guitar, to synthesizer and a plethora of other techniques throughout his catalog.
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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!
C F C
I get up every morning, make my empty bed
F C Am G
The feathers in my pillow feel like bullets in my head
C F C
Start to remember all the wicked words I said
Am G C
Wonder why I'm lying here alone
C F C
Put some water in the kettle, try to find the phone
F C Am G
To call someone who'll listen, there's no one that I know
C F C
I wonder who was out last night, who paid to see the show
Am G C
And where else I'm not allowed to go.
[Chorus]
F C Am
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse
F C Am G
Somebody put me under some kind of curse
F C Am
I feel like I drank a whole barrel of wine
F C Am G
Man I feel like this most of the time
F G C
But other than that I'm doing fine
C F C
The hair of the dog hasn't bit me yet
F C Am G
But I can't remember what I'm trying to forget
C F C
Women wine and whiskey, I'm laying down my bets
Am G C
Blood flows slowly from a stone
[Chorus]
F C Am
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse
F C Am G
Somebody put me under some kind of curse
F C Am
I feel like I drank a whole barrel of wine
F C Am G
Man I feel like this most of the time
F G C
But other than that I'm doing fine
[Bridge]
F
Somebody put me under
C
Somebody put me down
F
My head is pounding thunder
C G F
And my heart can't take it
C G F
My heart can't take it, no
C F C
I get up every morning, make my empty bed
F C Am G
The feathers in my pillow feel like bricks on my head
[Chorus]
F C Am
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse
F C Am G
Somebody put me under some kind of curse
F C Am
I feel like I drank a whole barrel of wine
F C Am G
Man I feel like this most of the time
F G C
But other than that I'm doing fine
I get up every morning, make my empty bed
F C Am G
The feathers in my pillow feel like bullets in my head
C F C
Start to remember all the wicked words I said
Am G C
Wonder why I'm lying here alone
C F C
Put some water in the kettle, try to find the phone
F C Am G
To call someone who'll listen, there's no one that I know
C F C
I wonder who was out last night, who paid to see the show
Am G C
And where else I'm not allowed to go.
[Chorus]
F C Am
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse
F C Am G
Somebody put me under some kind of curse
F C Am
I feel like I drank a whole barrel of wine
F C Am G
Man I feel like this most of the time
F G C
But other than that I'm doing fine
C F C
The hair of the dog hasn't bit me yet
F C Am G
But I can't remember what I'm trying to forget
C F C
Women wine and whiskey, I'm laying down my bets
Am G C
Blood flows slowly from a stone
[Chorus]
F C Am
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse
F C Am G
Somebody put me under some kind of curse
F C Am
I feel like I drank a whole barrel of wine
F C Am G
Man I feel like this most of the time
F G C
But other than that I'm doing fine
[Bridge]
F
Somebody put me under
C
Somebody put me down
F
My head is pounding thunder
C G F
And my heart can't take it
C G F
My heart can't take it, no
C F C
I get up every morning, make my empty bed
F C Am G
The feathers in my pillow feel like bricks on my head
[Chorus]
F C Am
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse
F C Am G
Somebody put me under some kind of curse
F C Am
I feel like I drank a whole barrel of wine
F C Am G
Man I feel like this most of the time
F G C
But other than that I'm doing fine
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