Biografia:
The Hold Steady é uma banda de rock baseada no Brooklyn, Nova Iorque, embora quatro dos seus cinco membros terem morado em Minneapolis e suas raízes nas cidades gêmeas (Minneapolis e Saint Paul) sejam constantemente mencionadas nas letras do grupo.
The Hold Steady foi criado depois do fim do Lifter Puller, banda de indie rock da qual participavam Craig Finn (voz, guitarra) e Tad Kubler (guitarra). Seu primeiro álbum, "The Hold Steady Almost Killed Me" (2004), foi bem recepcionado pela crítica, mas não teve grande impacto no público.
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Intro-Cm7
V1-B, F#m, E, F#m
Well, hold steady Ybor City
You're up to your neck in the sweat and wet confetti
If you want to get a little bit light in the heady
It's gonna have to get a little bit heavy
They're jamming jetskis into the jetty now
With some guy who looks like Rocco Siffredi
And I've heard he's been dead once already
It's going down right now in Lowertown
They're skipping off the good ship U.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. Sexuality
Searching for the merchant with the five second delivery
They're slipping soft rock into their setlist now
They got some new guy that looks just like Phil Lynott
We're stumbling but I think we're still in it
Pre Chorus-E, F#m
It's a big world, girl, and I can't understand it
We're tiny white specks in a bright blue planet
Baby take off your beret
Everyone's a critic and most people are DJs
Bridge-E, B
I was a teenage ice machine
I kept it cool in coolers and I drank until I dreamed
And when I dream I always dream about the scene
All these kids they look like little lambs looking up at me
I was a Twin Cities trash bin
I did everything they'd give me
I'd jam it into my system
She got me cornered by the kitchen
I said I'll do anything but listen
Pre Chorus-E, F#m
To some weird-talking chick who just can't understand
That we're hot soft spots on a hard rock planet
Baby take off your beret
Everyone's a critic and most people are DJs
And everything gets played
Outro-E, B, A, E
Working backwards from the doctor to the drugs
From the packie to the taxi to the cabbie to the club
A thousand kids will fall in love in all these clubs tonight
A thousand other kids will end up gushing blood tonight
Two thousand kids won't get all that much sleep tonight
Two thousand kids they still feel pretty sweet tonight
Yeah, and I still feel pretty sweet
Intro-Cm7
V1-B, F#m, E, F#m
Well, hold steady Ybor City
You're up to your neck in the sweat and wet confetti
If you want to get a little bit light in the heady
It's gonna have to get a little bit heavy
They're jamming jetskis into the jetty now
With some guy who looks like Rocco Siffredi
And I've heard he's been dead once already
It's going down right now in Lowertown
They're skipping off the good ship U.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. Sexuality
Searching for the merchant with the five second delivery
They're slipping soft rock into their setlist now
They got some new guy that looks just like Phil Lynott
We're stumbling but I think we're still in it
Pre Chorus-E, F#m
It's a big world, girl, and I can't understand it
We're tiny white specks in a bright blue planet
Baby take off your beret
Everyone's a critic and most people are DJs
Bridge-E, B
I was a teenage ice machine
I kept it cool in coolers and I drank until I dreamed
And when I dream I always dream about the scene
All these kids they look like little lambs looking up at me
I was a Twin Cities trash bin
I did everything they'd give me
I'd jam it into my system
She got me cornered by the kitchen
I said I'll do anything but listen
Pre Chorus-E, F#m
To some weird-talking chick who just can't understand
That we're hot soft spots on a hard rock planet
Baby take off your beret
Everyone's a critic and most people are DJs
And everything gets played
Outro-E, B, A, E
Working backwards from the doctor to the drugs
From the packie to the taxi to the cabbie to the club
A thousand kids will fall in love in all these clubs tonight
A thousand other kids will end up gushing blood tonight
Two thousand kids won't get all that much sleep tonight
Two thousand kids they still feel pretty sweet tonight
Yeah, and I still feel pretty sweet
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