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
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The Flatliners - Monumental
Intro:
D# G
Verse 1:
D# A# D# A# C G D# C G D#
Chorus:
D# A# D# G D# A# C F
Verse 2:
D# A# D# A# C G D# G# G D#
Chorus 2x
Bridge:
D# then A# C
D# then A# C
G F G F G# G
Chorus 2x
Outro:
C F C F G# G
D# A#
Lyrics:
Ever since I pulled over
I've been looking for you in the strangest places
With desperation painted on my face and I'm shaking
As I check every car window in the parking lot
Swallowing these ashes whole
And know that soon I'll be en route to the hospital
You'd think I've got it all 'til tires start to crawl
I'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
Getting high in a borrowed car
Listening to the songs that got me this far
Into my own head
Just thinking of this, always thinking of this
Put on a pair of sunglasses that turn February gray into everything yellow
You'll always want to see as much of the sky
As much of the sky as possible
You'd think I've got it all 'til tires start to crawl
I'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
And I feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt
Asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental
Greet the world with a poker face
Through empty bottles in a haze
They won't suspect a thing now will they?
Itemize your life in a panicked state
So you can sleep at night
And dream about never turning old and gray
Catching my breath now seems as useless as airplane conversations
'cause I enjoy toiling in all of my frustration
You'd think I've got it all 'til tires start to crawl
I'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
And I feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt
Asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental
Our skin is peeling from the searing steel surrounding us
Intro:
D# G
Verse 1:
D# A# D# A# C G D# C G D#
Chorus:
D# A# D# G D# A# C F
Verse 2:
D# A# D# A# C G D# G# G D#
Chorus 2x
Bridge:
D# then A# C
D# then A# C
G F G F G# G
Chorus 2x
Outro:
C F C F G# G
D# A#
Lyrics:
Ever since I pulled over
I've been looking for you in the strangest places
With desperation painted on my face and I'm shaking
As I check every car window in the parking lot
Swallowing these ashes whole
And know that soon I'll be en route to the hospital
You'd think I've got it all 'til tires start to crawl
I'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
Getting high in a borrowed car
Listening to the songs that got me this far
Into my own head
Just thinking of this, always thinking of this
Put on a pair of sunglasses that turn February gray into everything yellow
You'll always want to see as much of the sky
As much of the sky as possible
You'd think I've got it all 'til tires start to crawl
I'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
And I feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt
Asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental
Greet the world with a poker face
Through empty bottles in a haze
They won't suspect a thing now will they?
Itemize your life in a panicked state
So you can sleep at night
And dream about never turning old and gray
Catching my breath now seems as useless as airplane conversations
'cause I enjoy toiling in all of my frustration
You'd think I've got it all 'til tires start to crawl
I'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
And I feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt
Asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental
Our skin is peeling from the searing steel surrounding us
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