Biografia:
The Districts é uma banda de rock americana originária de Lititz, Pensilvânia, Estados Unidos. O grupo foi formado em 2009, enquanto os membros Rob Grote, Mark Larson, Connor Jacobus e Braden Lawrence ainda estavam no ensino médio.
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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!
Intro
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Gmaj7 as played in song
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Bm A Gmaj7
I don't want to sing about the peaches in the Vatican
D
And I don't want to hear about the bird on the hill
Gmaj7
And why you want to fight when you know that I'll be gone again?
D A
I don't want to write God's name into my will
Gmaj7
Aren't you scared of making what'll become empty promises
Bm A Gmaj7
And aren't you busy worrying that the rainbows might depart?
Bm A Gmaj7
And are you still now wishing that your eyes could see all rose again?
D A
Well I won't be throwing out all these memories and thoughts
(A) Amaj7 Bm
Winter dreams and roses
A Amaj7 Bm
Peeling tangerines
A Amaj7 Bm
Live so long it's like nothing's blooming; it's all grey
A Amaj7 Bm
Throw the trash away
Bm A Gmaj7
I remember evenings when the days were busy spinning 'round
D
When we'd crack mothers backs just by walking the street
Gmaj7
Now I'm sore and aching for the clock to fall past twelve again
D A
In sleep I'm free from seeing who I've turned out to be
Gmaj7
I'm young but I can't shake this feeling all my days are dwindling
Bm A Gmaj7
That deep beneath facades and smiles is nothing much to hold
Bm A Gmaj7
And when we used to run my eyes would fill with all that's glittering
D A
But deep beneath this shimmer I feel nothing may be gold
(A) Amaj7 Bm
Winter dreams and roses
A Amaj7 Bm
Peeling tangerines
A Amaj7 Bm
Live so long it's like nothing's blooming; it's estranged
A Amaj7 Bm
Throw the trash away
(Repeat Intro Riff)
Solo
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Gmaj7 as played in song
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Bm A Gmaj7
I don't want to sing about the peaches in the Vatican
D
And I don't want to hear about the bird on the hill
Gmaj7
And why you want to fight when you know that I'll be gone again?
D A
I don't want to write God's name into my will
Gmaj7
Aren't you scared of making what'll become empty promises
Bm A Gmaj7
And aren't you busy worrying that the rainbows might depart?
Bm A Gmaj7
And are you still now wishing that your eyes could see all rose again?
D A
Well I won't be throwing out all these memories and thoughts
(A) Amaj7 Bm
Winter dreams and roses
A Amaj7 Bm
Peeling tangerines
A Amaj7 Bm
Live so long it's like nothing's blooming; it's all grey
A Amaj7 Bm
Throw the trash away
Bm A Gmaj7
I remember evenings when the days were busy spinning 'round
D
When we'd crack mothers backs just by walking the street
Gmaj7
Now I'm sore and aching for the clock to fall past twelve again
D A
In sleep I'm free from seeing who I've turned out to be
Gmaj7
I'm young but I can't shake this feeling all my days are dwindling
Bm A Gmaj7
That deep beneath facades and smiles is nothing much to hold
Bm A Gmaj7
And when we used to run my eyes would fill with all that's glittering
D A
But deep beneath this shimmer I feel nothing may be gold
(A) Amaj7 Bm
Winter dreams and roses
A Amaj7 Bm
Peeling tangerines
A Amaj7 Bm
Live so long it's like nothing's blooming; it's estranged
A Amaj7 Bm
Throw the trash away
(Repeat Intro Riff)
Solo
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