Biografia:
Senses Fail é uma banda americana de post-hardcore de Ridgewood, New Jersey. Formada em 2002, a formação original era Buddy Nielsen, Dan Trapp, Dave Miller, Garrett Zablocki e James Gill. Pouco depois de assinarem com a Drive Thru Records, James Gill foi expulso da banda devido a diferenças irreconciliáveis. James foi substituído por Mike Glita. Os únicos membros originais na banda são o vocalista Buddy Nielsen e o baterista Dan Trapp. Atualmente a formação da banda é composta por Buddy
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Outras músicas:
- Buried A Lie
- Calling All Cars
- Priest And The Matador
- Rum
- The Ground Folds
- Blackout
- Bloody Romance
- Cant Be Saved
- Death Bed
- Family Tradition
- Garden State
- Hair Of The Dog
- In Your Absence
- Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday
- Lady In A Blue Dress
- Lady In The Blue Dress
- Let It Enfold You
- Lost And Found
- Nj Falls Into The Atlantic
- Orlando And A Miscarriage
- Safe House
- Shaking Hands
- Slowdance
- The Martyr
- War Paint
- Yellow Angels
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!
Chords:
F#m D A A7
|-2----2--0--0---------------------|
|-2----3--2--2---------------------|
|-2----2--2--1---------------------|
|-4----0--2--2---------------------|
|-4----0--0--0---------------------|
|-2----0--0--0---------------------|
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7 (ring)
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m D
So speak your knives.
(Don't follow, with your foot)
F#m D
All this pain here,
(All comes from your dry lung)
F#m D
I won't listen
(Your rhetoric is fleeting)
F#m D
My lies are fixed with glue.
F#m
Coming straight from off the water
D
Sunburned face and drunken father
F#m D
Crying as she's carving in her flesh.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7 (ring)
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m D
This false art
(Of palm trees and trash heaps)
F#m D
This burning bed
(Where my ghost will now sleep)
F#m
Watching romance from a far seat
D
Bleeding from the glass on my feet
F#m D
Learning that I love the smell of flesh.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m
An angel on his two knees
D
Arms stretched towards the red sea
A A7
Of violence and a sultry tongue
F#m
The scenic view of carnage
D
Caused by the sword in his hands
A A7
The beauty resonates in birth.
F#m D A A7
It's plain to see the wind beneath the trees.
F#m D A A7
Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
F#m D A A7
I lay in space choked by my own air.
F#m D A A7
I love the taste of your blackened lips.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7
Naked like the truth should always be
F#m D A A7
|-2----2--0--0---------------------|
|-2----3--2--2---------------------|
|-2----2--2--1---------------------|
|-4----0--2--2---------------------|
|-4----0--0--0---------------------|
|-2----0--0--0---------------------|
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7 (ring)
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m D
So speak your knives.
(Don't follow, with your foot)
F#m D
All this pain here,
(All comes from your dry lung)
F#m D
I won't listen
(Your rhetoric is fleeting)
F#m D
My lies are fixed with glue.
F#m
Coming straight from off the water
D
Sunburned face and drunken father
F#m D
Crying as she's carving in her flesh.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7 (ring)
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m D
This false art
(Of palm trees and trash heaps)
F#m D
This burning bed
(Where my ghost will now sleep)
F#m
Watching romance from a far seat
D
Bleeding from the glass on my feet
F#m D
Learning that I love the smell of flesh.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7
Naked like the truth should always be.
F#m
An angel on his two knees
D
Arms stretched towards the red sea
A A7
Of violence and a sultry tongue
F#m
The scenic view of carnage
D
Caused by the sword in his hands
A A7
The beauty resonates in birth.
F#m D A A7
It's plain to see the wind beneath the trees.
F#m D A A7
Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
F#m D A A7
I lay in space choked by my own air.
F#m D A A7
I love the taste of your blackened lips.
F#m D
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
A A7
The princess and her bitter queen.
F#m
On the 4th day of July
D
Deep in summers eye,
A A7
Naked like the truth should always be
Serge Lama
Sergent Garcia
Sergey Eybog
Sergey Stepanov
Sergio Dalma