Biografia:
Sing Fang Bous é o projeto solo do islandês Sindri Már Sigfússon, após ter deixado temporariamente a banda Seabear para se dedicar ao mesmo. Em Novembro de 2008 lançou o seu primeiro álbum, intitulado “ Clangour”, pelo selo Morr Music. Começando com voz e violão, acabou aumentando progressivamente a instrumentação. Três anos mais tarde em março de 2011 deixando de lado o ' Bous ' agora apenas com o Sin Fang , ele lança seu segundo álbum intitulado “ Summer Echoes “ com arranjos transparentes , orientados e grandiosos .
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Outras músicas:
- Advent In Ives Garden
- Always Everything
- Because Of The Blood
- Bruises
- Candyland
- Carry Me Up To Smell Pine
- Catch The Light
- Catcher
- Citrus Light
- Clangour And Flutes
- Down
- Dream Team Party Kids
- Easier
- Fall Down Slow
- Feel See
- Go To Sleep Boy
- Its Not There
- Look At The Light
- Lost Girls
- Melt Down The Knives
- Never Let Me Go
- Nineteen
- Not Enough
- Nothings
- Only Eyes
- Poi Rot
- Random Haiku Generator
- See Ribs
- Shine For Me
- Sinkership
- Slow Lights
- Strange House
- Sunbeam
- The Jubilee Choruses
- Walk With You
- Wasted
- We Belong
- Weird Heart
- Whats Wrong With Your Eyes
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!
This is how I play the song! Off of "Flowers". Suggestions and corrections welcome!
B E Abm
Haven't got enough love
B E Abm
Never seems to be enough
B Abm
And you're see-through like me
B Abm
You can feel and see through flesh and bones
C#m A B E
C#m A B E
(play twice as fast the second time)
B E Abm Abm x2
B E Abm
And you're see-through like me
B E Abm
You can feel and see
Abm
Through flesh and bones
C#m A B
And you know too many things
E
You don't want to know
C#m A B
Oh oh oh oh oh
Bbm Abm Bbm Abm
And I'm afraid of all these machines
E B A
I don't know what they are doing to me
B E Abm Abm
B E Abm
When you're sick just like me
B E Abm
Then you know what it's like to be afraid to fall asleep
C#m A B E
But I've been afraid since the day I was born-oh-no, no-oh-oh
C#m A B
Nerves severed and torn
Bbm Abm Bbm Abm
And I'm afraid of all these machines
E B A
I don't know what they are doing to me
C#m A B E
And I've been afraid since the day I was born
C#m A B E
Nerves severed and torn
C#m A B E
And I've been afraid since the day I was born-oh-no, no-oh-oh
C#m A B E
And I've been afraid since the day I was born-oh-no, no-oh-oh
C#m A B E
Nerves severed and torn
C#m A B E x2
C#m A B
Nerves severed and
C#m A B E
Oh oh oh oh
C#m A B E
Oh oh oh oh (Nerves severed and torn)
C#m A B E
Oh oh oh oh (Nerves severed and torn)
C#m A B E
Oh oh oh oh (Nerves severed and torn)
B E Abm
Haven't got enough love
B E Abm
Never seems to be enough
B Abm
And you're see-through like me
B Abm
You can feel and see through flesh and bones
C#m A B E
C#m A B E
(play twice as fast the second time)
B E Abm Abm x2
B E Abm
And you're see-through like me
B E Abm
You can feel and see
Abm
Through flesh and bones
C#m A B
And you know too many things
E
You don't want to know
C#m A B
Oh oh oh oh oh
Bbm Abm Bbm Abm
And I'm afraid of all these machines
E B A
I don't know what they are doing to me
B E Abm Abm
B E Abm
When you're sick just like me
B E Abm
Then you know what it's like to be afraid to fall asleep
C#m A B E
But I've been afraid since the day I was born-oh-no, no-oh-oh
C#m A B
Nerves severed and torn
Bbm Abm Bbm Abm
And I'm afraid of all these machines
E B A
I don't know what they are doing to me
C#m A B E
And I've been afraid since the day I was born
C#m A B E
Nerves severed and torn
C#m A B E
And I've been afraid since the day I was born-oh-no, no-oh-oh
C#m A B E
And I've been afraid since the day I was born-oh-no, no-oh-oh
C#m A B E
Nerves severed and torn
C#m A B E x2
C#m A B
Nerves severed and
C#m A B E
Oh oh oh oh
C#m A B E
Oh oh oh oh (Nerves severed and torn)
C#m A B E
Oh oh oh oh (Nerves severed and torn)
C#m A B E
Oh oh oh oh (Nerves severed and torn)
Sin Ley De Chile
Sin Paredes
Sin Perdon
Sin Querer Queri (...)
Sin Rumbo