Biografia:
The Flatliners é uma banda canadense de punk rock formada em Richmond Hill, Ontário. Desde sua formação em 2002, a banda tem sido uma grande influência no crescente movimento punk/ska em Toronto, assim como em outras áreas da Região Metropolitana de Toronto. Atualmente a banda faz parte do casting da Fat Wreck Chords e da Stomp Records (Canadá). A banda ganhou o prêmio inaugural, anual "Best Band Ever" dado pelo Edmonton Vinyl Blog DigitalIsDead.
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Outras músicas:
- Arrhythmic Palpitations
- Birds Of England
- Carry The Banner
- Seven Drunken Nights
- Ashes Away
- Count Your Bruises
- Daggers
- Eulogy
- Fireball
- Hang My Head
- He Was A Jazzman
- Liver Alone
- Mastering The Worlds Smallest Violin
- Meanwhile In Hell
- Monumental
- Tail Feathers
- The Calming Collection
- These Words Are Like Bullets
- This Respirator
- What The Hell Happened To You
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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HE WAS A JAZZMAN - The Flatliners
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Tabbed by: JimmyBoy101
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard
(Intro Riff)
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B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--------------3s5----------------------------------------------------------|
E|--3-5-3-5-3-5--------------------------------------------------------------|
Dm / Am / Dm / Am / Bb / F / Gm
Dm Am Dm Am Bb
I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed
F Gm
You move so slow
Dm Am Dm Am Bb
You say the pain you feel is too great to be inside your head
F Gm
I know, I know
Bb F Gm
You move so slow, yeah
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F C
It don't mean anything to me
Dm Am Bb
We start to die when we begin to breathe
F C Gm
But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
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(SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS VERSE)
I'll wander these white halls
Scale all the walls for a thread of hope
Wrap it around myself and cross my fingers I don't choke
I'd pray if it meant anything to me
One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about
Prepare yourself for the big sleep
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(SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS CHORUS)
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
F C
I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
Dm Am
Until you're good and ready to leave
Bb C F
Until you feel a lot like me, yeah
(ENTIRE FOLLOWING SECTIONS FOLLOW THE Dm / Am / Dm / Am / Bb / F / Gm PROGRESSION)
With curved eyes I smile
As a bad excuse sits next to you
Grinning crooked teeth
They'll all be gone soon
As the door handle swings
I'm having trouble hearing you
You think I'm crazy, don't you?
Count your bones and clean 'em good
It's come to this just like we knew it would
We knew it would, we knew it would
The world's become a hospital
Will someone medicate us please?
I'd pray if it meant anything to me
One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about
Prepare yourself for the big sleep
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
Come count your bones and clean 'em good
It's come to this just like we knew it would
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
Finish on Gm
HE WAS A JAZZMAN - The Flatliners
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tabbed by: JimmyBoy101
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard
(Intro Riff)
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--------------3s5----------------------------------------------------------|
E|--3-5-3-5-3-5--------------------------------------------------------------|
Dm / Am / Dm / Am / Bb / F / Gm
Dm Am Dm Am Bb
I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed
F Gm
You move so slow
Dm Am Dm Am Bb
You say the pain you feel is too great to be inside your head
F Gm
I know, I know
Bb F Gm
You move so slow, yeah
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F C
It don't mean anything to me
Dm Am Bb
We start to die when we begin to breathe
F C Gm
But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
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(SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS VERSE)
I'll wander these white halls
Scale all the walls for a thread of hope
Wrap it around myself and cross my fingers I don't choke
I'd pray if it meant anything to me
One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about
Prepare yourself for the big sleep
---------------------------
(SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS CHORUS)
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
F C
I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
Dm Am
Until you're good and ready to leave
Bb C F
Until you feel a lot like me, yeah
(ENTIRE FOLLOWING SECTIONS FOLLOW THE Dm / Am / Dm / Am / Bb / F / Gm PROGRESSION)
With curved eyes I smile
As a bad excuse sits next to you
Grinning crooked teeth
They'll all be gone soon
As the door handle swings
I'm having trouble hearing you
You think I'm crazy, don't you?
Count your bones and clean 'em good
It's come to this just like we knew it would
We knew it would, we knew it would
The world's become a hospital
Will someone medicate us please?
I'd pray if it meant anything to me
One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about
Prepare yourself for the big sleep
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
Come count your bones and clean 'em good
It's come to this just like we knew it would
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
Finish on Gm
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