Biografia:
The Good Life surgiu para que Tim Kasher pudesse utilizar letras de músicas com uma abordagem diferente de seus outros projetos (Cursive), mas não demorou muito para que seu projeto solo se tornasse uma banda.
Com o tempo, o som da banda evoluiu e foi ficando mais refinado. Desde seu primeiro álbum, Novena on a Nocturne, um tanto pop; passando pelo álbum lançado em 2002, Black Out, com seus refrões inconfundíveis; até as músicas pra cantar junto do recente Lovers Need Lawyers EP.
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Outras músicas:
- Early Out The Gate
- Some Bullshit Escape
- A Dim Entrance
- A Little Bit More
- A New Friend
- After Orourkes 210Am
- Album Of The Year
- An Acquaintance Strikes A Chord
- Black Out
- Dont Make Love So Hard
- Drinking With The Girls
- Empty Bed
- Entertainer
- For The Love Of The Song
- Friction
- Heartbroke
- Honeymoon
- Inmates
- Keely Aimee
- Leaving Omaha
- Lovers Need Lawyers
- Needy
- New Denial
- Night And Day
- Notes In His Pockets
- Off The Beaten Path
- Orourkes 120 Am
- Some Tragedy
- The Competition
- The Moon Red Handed
- Thirty
- Twenty Two
- Under A Honeymoon
- You Dont Feel Like Coming Home To Me
- Your Birthday Present
- Youre No Fool
- Youre Not 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!
INTRO RIFF
x2 x2 x2
e|------|------|-1--0--|--------|
B|-1--0-|-1--0-|-1--1--|/--4--4-|
G|-0--0-|-0--0-|-2--2--|/--5--5-| x2
D|-2--2-|-0--0-|-3--3--|/--6--6-|
A|-3--3-|-2--2-|-3--3--|/--6--6-|
E|------|-3--3-|-------|--------|
Note: Play the first chord for the first three beats, and quickly
switch to the second chord for the final beat before again
quickly switching to the next chord in the next bar - almost
like you're performing a pull off, but actually strumming the
chord again.
C G
well, i'm trying to be patient
F
yeah, the wheels keep turnin' 'round
G#
but it's a treadmill and i'm just
C
dragging my feet. i'm so tired
G F
of everything-defeated by routine-
G# C
by words that don't mean anything to me
G
at least not anymore, now that
C G
i'm done with the mourning of a
Am F C
day without ending. a year of
G Am F
decadance to escape from penance
C G
but i suffered and i'm over it
Am F
yeah i'm fine now, but i'm sick of it
C G
i was happy being miserable
Am F >
i used to lay down my head at the bar > Strum these notes slowly
G# > from the bass to high, and
and raise one lonely finger for a drink > let the notes ring out.
[play intro riff again, until:]
C G
it doesn't have to be so difficult
F G#
just keep coasting by. so you lost a limb
C
well hell, those wounds will heal with time
G
(but what happens when you loved what you lost?)
F
you didn't have to cut it off
G#
but you did and i do and it took
C
everything i had. i wonder if i could
G C G
ever get it back to how it was,
Am F
when i still thought of love as a
C G Am
risk i could take-if i was willing
F C G
to make the commitment to rejection
Am F
the mind games, the deception
C G
the late nights under the covers
Am F >
pointing the finger at who ever started >
G# >
whatever we were fighting about >
C
i guess that i'm fine now
G
yeah, everything's better
F G#
everything's cooled down-it's all copasetic
C G
we'll move on, off to a better world
F G#
to a fresh start where everything's possible...
C G
but i'm sick of it
Am F
yeah, i'm sick of it
C G
no-i'm sick of it
Am F
yeah, i'm sick of it
C
i Am
G
so sick
Am
of it
F C
uh-huh
x2 x2 x2
e|------|------|-1--0--|--------|
B|-1--0-|-1--0-|-1--1--|/--4--4-|
G|-0--0-|-0--0-|-2--2--|/--5--5-| x2
D|-2--2-|-0--0-|-3--3--|/--6--6-|
A|-3--3-|-2--2-|-3--3--|/--6--6-|
E|------|-3--3-|-------|--------|
Note: Play the first chord for the first three beats, and quickly
switch to the second chord for the final beat before again
quickly switching to the next chord in the next bar - almost
like you're performing a pull off, but actually strumming the
chord again.
C G
well, i'm trying to be patient
F
yeah, the wheels keep turnin' 'round
G#
but it's a treadmill and i'm just
C
dragging my feet. i'm so tired
G F
of everything-defeated by routine-
G# C
by words that don't mean anything to me
G
at least not anymore, now that
C G
i'm done with the mourning of a
Am F C
day without ending. a year of
G Am F
decadance to escape from penance
C G
but i suffered and i'm over it
Am F
yeah i'm fine now, but i'm sick of it
C G
i was happy being miserable
Am F >
i used to lay down my head at the bar > Strum these notes slowly
G# > from the bass to high, and
and raise one lonely finger for a drink > let the notes ring out.
[play intro riff again, until:]
C G
it doesn't have to be so difficult
F G#
just keep coasting by. so you lost a limb
C
well hell, those wounds will heal with time
G
(but what happens when you loved what you lost?)
F
you didn't have to cut it off
G#
but you did and i do and it took
C
everything i had. i wonder if i could
G C G
ever get it back to how it was,
Am F
when i still thought of love as a
C G Am
risk i could take-if i was willing
F C G
to make the commitment to rejection
Am F
the mind games, the deception
C G
the late nights under the covers
Am F >
pointing the finger at who ever started >
G# >
whatever we were fighting about >
C
i guess that i'm fine now
G
yeah, everything's better
F G#
everything's cooled down-it's all copasetic
C G
we'll move on, off to a better world
F G#
to a fresh start where everything's possible...
C G
but i'm sick of it
Am F
yeah, i'm sick of it
C G
no-i'm sick of it
Am F
yeah, i'm sick of it
C
i Am
G
so sick
Am
of it
F C
uh-huh
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