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
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!
C5 G5 C5
C5 G5 C5 x2
C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo
C5
One time, two time,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5
Givin' me a slow one,
C5
Flippin' lovers hands,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5
With a trigger of a handgun
C5
Three time, four time,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5
Throw me on a big bed,
C
Open up yer mouth,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5
I'll put a bullet in yer dumb head
(Oh)
Riff
e -------------------------------------------8--|
B -------6-6h7p6-----------------6-6h7p6--------|
G -5--7----------7--5------5--7----------7------|
D ----------------------------------------------|
A ----------------------------------------------|
E ----------------------------------------------|
C5
Blip blip she shifts,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5
Smells of a little hot sun,
C5
I know she can dance,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5
But she really is a fat one,
C5
Well I must admit I was a little scared,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5
When she got undressed,
C5
And it was bang bang bang,
G5
But she wasn't impressed
F5 G5
And it's all sick n gentle,
F5 C5
It's all fuckin' mental,
F5 G5 F5 C5
It's all over before it begins
F5 G5
And it's all worse than dying,
F5 C5
It's all terrifing
F5 G5 F5 C5
It's all little pistols and pimps
(Play riff over this)
Lying on this big girls floor,
Tell me something,
Tell me more,
Pistols on her swollen bed,
Pointing at my aching head
C5 G5
C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5 G5
C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
There was a singer in the windows,
And A humming in my poor head, C5 G5 C5
C5 G5 C5
She was smoking in the corner,
And said I hope you, don't you feel dead C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
Well I must admit I was a little scared
When she got undressed, C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5
C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5 G5 C5
It was bang bang bang, but she wasn't impressed
F5 G5
And it's all sick n gentle,
F5 C5
It's all fuckin' mental,
F5 G5 F5 C5
It's all over before it begins
F5 G5
And it's all worse than dying,
F5 C5
It's all terrifing
F5 G5 F5 C5
It's all little pistols and pimps
(Play riff over this)
Lying on this big girls floor,
Tell me something,
Tell me more,
Pistols on her swollen bed,
Pointing at my aching head
(Play riff over this)
Chase me half way down the street,
Shootin' at my aching feet,
Got no I.D,
Got no clothes,
Am I dead?
Christ only knows
C5 G5 C5 x2
C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo
C5
One time, two time,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5
Givin' me a slow one,
C5
Flippin' lovers hands,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5
With a trigger of a handgun
C5
Three time, four time,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5
Throw me on a big bed,
C
Open up yer mouth,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5
I'll put a bullet in yer dumb head
(Oh)
Riff
e -------------------------------------------8--|
B -------6-6h7p6-----------------6-6h7p6--------|
G -5--7----------7--5------5--7----------7------|
D ----------------------------------------------|
A ----------------------------------------------|
E ----------------------------------------------|
C5
Blip blip she shifts,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5
Smells of a little hot sun,
C5
I know she can dance,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5
But she really is a fat one,
C5
Well I must admit I was a little scared,
G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5
When she got undressed,
C5
And it was bang bang bang,
G5
But she wasn't impressed
F5 G5
And it's all sick n gentle,
F5 C5
It's all fuckin' mental,
F5 G5 F5 C5
It's all over before it begins
F5 G5
And it's all worse than dying,
F5 C5
It's all terrifing
F5 G5 F5 C5
It's all little pistols and pimps
(Play riff over this)
Lying on this big girls floor,
Tell me something,
Tell me more,
Pistols on her swollen bed,
Pointing at my aching head
C5 G5
C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5 G5
C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
There was a singer in the windows,
And A humming in my poor head, C5 G5 C5
C5 G5 C5
She was smoking in the corner,
And said I hope you, don't you feel dead C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
Well I must admit I was a little scared
When she got undressed, C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
C5
C5 G5 C5 G5 C5G5 C5 G5 C5
It was bang bang bang, but she wasn't impressed
F5 G5
And it's all sick n gentle,
F5 C5
It's all fuckin' mental,
F5 G5 F5 C5
It's all over before it begins
F5 G5
And it's all worse than dying,
F5 C5
It's all terrifing
F5 G5 F5 C5
It's all little pistols and pimps
(Play riff over this)
Lying on this big girls floor,
Tell me something,
Tell me more,
Pistols on her swollen bed,
Pointing at my aching head
(Play riff over this)
Chase me half way down the street,
Shootin' at my aching feet,
Got no I.D,
Got no clothes,
Am I dead?
Christ only knows
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