Biografia:
The Fratellis é uma banda de indie rock de Glasgow, Escócia, formada no ano de 2005. A banda consiste de Jon Fratelli (nascido John Lawler),Barry Fratelli (nascido Barry Wallace) e o Mince Fratelli (nascido Gordon McRory). A banda lançou dois álbuns durante sua carreira, Costello Music em 2006 e Here We Stand, em 2008. Conhecidos por shows ao vivo com muita energia, a banda tocou com uma secção de metais de 3 peças em 2007 e em 2008/2009 que foram assistidas por Will Foster.
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Outras músicas:
- Acid Jazz Singer
- Baby Doll
- Babydoll
- Chelsea Dagger
- Cigarello
- Flathead
- For The Girl
- Got Ma Nuts From A Hippy
- Henrietta
- Medusa In Chains
- Milk And Money
- Mon Yous Mon Us But No Them
- Nina
- She's Not Gone Yet But She's Leaving
- Vince The Loveable Stoner
- Whislte For The Choir
- Whistle For The Choir
- 3 Skinny Girls
- A Heady Tale
- B Movie Saga
- Baby Dont You Lie To Me
- Baby Fratelli
- Boy Scout To The End
- Costello Music
- Creepin Up The Backstairs
- Desperate Guy
- Dirty Barry Stole The Bluebird
- Doginabag
- Dogtown
- Down The Road And Back Again
- Getting Surreal
- Gutterati
- Halloween Blues
- Imposter Little By Little
- Imposters Acoustic
- Ive Been Blind
- Jeanie Nitro
- Jesus Stole My Baby
- Johnny Come Last
- Laughing Gas
- Lazybones
- Lonesome Anti
- Look Out Sunshine
- Lupe Brown
- Me And The Devil
- Milk Money
- Mistress Mabel
- Moonshine
- My Friend John
- Nobodys Favourite Actor
- Oh Scarlett
- Ole Black N Blue Eyes
- Pimp
- Pretty Like A Girl
- Rock N Roll Will Break Your Heart
- Rosanna
- Seven Nights Seven Days
- Shes Not Gone Yet But Shes Leaving
- Slow
- Sometimes You Just Cant Win
- Soul Crush
- Stacie Anne
- Stand Up Tragedy
- Star Crossed Losers
- Starcrossed Losers
- Steamin
- Stragglers Moon
- Sugartown
- Tell Me A Lie
- The Good Life
- The Next Time We Wed
- They Go Down
- Thief
- This Is Not The End Of The World
- This Old Ghost Town
- Too Much Talk In Tokyo
- Too Much Wine
- Until She Saves My Soul
- We Need Medicine Acoustic
- When All The Lights Go Out
- Whisky Saga
- Z Movies Saga
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Getting Surreal
The Fratellis (from "Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied")
Tempo is a slow 4.
| A | A | A | A . G D | A | A . G D | A | A . G D |
(band in)
A F
Well, everybody knows when, ah, tell me again
A F
Fatten up the pig and, baby, let's pretend
A F
That I can see the joke at the beginnin' or the end
E F G
Let me know the secret, honey, then I'll be your best friend
A F
Alakazam, Kalakazoo, Salaam
A F
Meet me in the jungle where they never give a damn
A F
If your clothes don't fit, or if your marriage is a sham
E F G
They never weigh a woman by the kilo or the gram
C F
If you got to make it, baby, make it real
C Bb F
Get up of your knees and tell me, how do you feel?
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb | C | C |
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
A F
Well, written in the stars is the great big lie
A F
That you never get to see until the minute that you die
A F
By the time you get to heaven you're a whole 'nother guy
E F G
It's maybe just as well that you never had a third eye
A F
Little pig, little pig, lock your door
A F
Take the gun from the wall and even up the score
A F
Well, I don't even know who the sun shines for
E F G
And I don't believe what I believe any more
C F
If you got to make it, baby, make it real
C Bb F
Get up of your knees and tell me, how do you feel?
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
C F
Hollywood death smile flash me a grin
C Bb F
Laughin' gas don't cut it when you're rotten within
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb | C | C |
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
Bridge:
| C | Bb . C . | C | Bb . C . | C | Bb . C . | C | Bb . C . |
| C Bb F Bb | C | C Bb F Bb | C |
nc
Well, it's hotdog logic in a grapefruit time
Flutter your eyelids and, honey, you'll be fine
Throw me your sins and I'll keep 'em with mine
F G
You got a headful of stone and that's somethin' divine
A F
Get a little head rush, swallow a fly
A F
Cut off your memories and hang them out to dry
A F
It was a beautiful noise but now it's tumbling by
E F G
Well, I was never here, there was never you or I
C F
If you got to make it, baby, make it real
C Bb F
Get up of your knees and tell me, how do you feel?
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
C F
Hollywood death smile flash me a grin
C Bb F
Laughin' gas don't cut it when you're rotten within
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb | C | C . Bb F |
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
| C | C . Bb F | C | C . Bb F | C | C . Bb F | C <> |
Charted by Dexex
I write chord charts for my own use as a rhythm guitarist. I don't
claim they are the "right" way. They're not intended to be taken
as tabs - which notate exactly how a song was played on a recording.
The Fratellis (from "Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied")
Tempo is a slow 4.
| A | A | A | A . G D | A | A . G D | A | A . G D |
(band in)
A F
Well, everybody knows when, ah, tell me again
A F
Fatten up the pig and, baby, let's pretend
A F
That I can see the joke at the beginnin' or the end
E F G
Let me know the secret, honey, then I'll be your best friend
A F
Alakazam, Kalakazoo, Salaam
A F
Meet me in the jungle where they never give a damn
A F
If your clothes don't fit, or if your marriage is a sham
E F G
They never weigh a woman by the kilo or the gram
C F
If you got to make it, baby, make it real
C Bb F
Get up of your knees and tell me, how do you feel?
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb | C | C |
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
A F
Well, written in the stars is the great big lie
A F
That you never get to see until the minute that you die
A F
By the time you get to heaven you're a whole 'nother guy
E F G
It's maybe just as well that you never had a third eye
A F
Little pig, little pig, lock your door
A F
Take the gun from the wall and even up the score
A F
Well, I don't even know who the sun shines for
E F G
And I don't believe what I believe any more
C F
If you got to make it, baby, make it real
C Bb F
Get up of your knees and tell me, how do you feel?
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
C F
Hollywood death smile flash me a grin
C Bb F
Laughin' gas don't cut it when you're rotten within
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb | C | C |
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
Bridge:
| C | Bb . C . | C | Bb . C . | C | Bb . C . | C | Bb . C . |
| C Bb F Bb | C | C Bb F Bb | C |
nc
Well, it's hotdog logic in a grapefruit time
Flutter your eyelids and, honey, you'll be fine
Throw me your sins and I'll keep 'em with mine
F G
You got a headful of stone and that's somethin' divine
A F
Get a little head rush, swallow a fly
A F
Cut off your memories and hang them out to dry
A F
It was a beautiful noise but now it's tumbling by
E F G
Well, I was never here, there was never you or I
C F
If you got to make it, baby, make it real
C Bb F
Get up of your knees and tell me, how do you feel?
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
C F
Hollywood death smile flash me a grin
C Bb F
Laughin' gas don't cut it when you're rotten within
C F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb F G# Bb | C | C . Bb F |
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
| C | C . Bb F | C | C . Bb F | C | C . Bb F | C <> |
Charted by Dexex
I write chord charts for my own use as a rhythm guitarist. I don't
claim they are the "right" way. They're not intended to be taken
as tabs - which notate exactly how a song was played on a recording.
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