Biografia:
The Hotelier (inicialmente The Hotel Year) é uma banda emo de Dudley, Massachusetts.
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Outras músicas:
- Among The Wildflowers
- An Ode To The Nite Ratz Club
- Dendron
- Fear Of Good
- Goodness Pt 1
- Goodness Pt 2
- Housebroken
- In Framing
- Lonely Hearts Club
- Opening Mail For My Grandmother
- Our Lives Would Make A Sad Boring Movie
- Piano Player
- Soft Animal
- The Scope Of All This Rebuilding
- Two Deliverances
- Vacancy
- Weathered
- Your Deep Rest
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]
D#, A#, G#
D#, A#, G#
D#, A#, G#
Cm, Cm, A#, D#
D# A# G#
The icons cluttering your bureau
D# A# G#
Are eyeing me as I walk in
Cm A# G# D#
Your guardians are present in here
Cm A# D#
And I trust that they have always been
D# A# G#
Hiding somewhere in your closet
D# A# G#
Collecting moisture from your face
Cm A# G# D#
Your secret world speaks without words
Cm A# G#
And I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place
Cm A# G# D#
But if I want them too, will they speak to me soon
Cm A# G#
In a language ripe for my listening?
Cm A# G# D#
When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
Cm A# D#
The refracted light keeps glistening
D# A# G#
A drapery of clashing fabrics
D# A# G#
In every corner of your room
Cm A# G# D#
They hung like lace on the whitewashed face
Cm A# D#
Of the walls that are begging you to move
D# A# G#
And leave the things that hold a history
D# A# G#
As if they're present in your will
Cm A# G# D#
A brand new place a few miles away
Cm A# G#
But I just wasn't sure I was staying still
Cm A# G# D#
But if you choose this too, it's an honest move
Cm A# G#
And I guess that it makes for no deferences
Cm A# G# D#
There's a gleam of blue from a cold night's moon
Cm A# G#
Just a touch too soon, two deliverances
Cm A# G# D# Cm
On an empty panel floor I lie here
A# G# D#
For communion just waiting for one more
Cm A# G# D#
But in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon
Cm A# G#
What am I supposed to do? What was I supposed to do?
Cm A# G# D#
But if I want them to, will they come to me soon?
Cm A# G# D#
Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon?
Cm A# G# D#
Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you
Cm A# G#
But I couldn't ask this of you, I couldn't ask that
Cm, A#, G#
Cm, A#, D#
Cm, A#, D#
Cm A# G# D#
In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights
Cm A# G#
Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead
Cm A# G# D#
Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
Cm A# D#
That I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?
Cm A# G# D#
But if I choose this too does it count as my move?
Cm A# G#
I can't drop my history just to become new
Cm A# G# D#
Now I'm swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
Cm A# G#
But I couldn't ask this of you, I couldn't ask that
D#, A#, G#
G#, A#, G#
Cm, A#, G#, D#
Cm, A#, G#
D#, A#, G#
D#, A#, G#
D#, A#, G#
Cm, Cm, A#, D#
D# A# G#
The icons cluttering your bureau
D# A# G#
Are eyeing me as I walk in
Cm A# G# D#
Your guardians are present in here
Cm A# D#
And I trust that they have always been
D# A# G#
Hiding somewhere in your closet
D# A# G#
Collecting moisture from your face
Cm A# G# D#
Your secret world speaks without words
Cm A# G#
And I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place
Cm A# G# D#
But if I want them too, will they speak to me soon
Cm A# G#
In a language ripe for my listening?
Cm A# G# D#
When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
Cm A# D#
The refracted light keeps glistening
D# A# G#
A drapery of clashing fabrics
D# A# G#
In every corner of your room
Cm A# G# D#
They hung like lace on the whitewashed face
Cm A# D#
Of the walls that are begging you to move
D# A# G#
And leave the things that hold a history
D# A# G#
As if they're present in your will
Cm A# G# D#
A brand new place a few miles away
Cm A# G#
But I just wasn't sure I was staying still
Cm A# G# D#
But if you choose this too, it's an honest move
Cm A# G#
And I guess that it makes for no deferences
Cm A# G# D#
There's a gleam of blue from a cold night's moon
Cm A# G#
Just a touch too soon, two deliverances
Cm A# G# D# Cm
On an empty panel floor I lie here
A# G# D#
For communion just waiting for one more
Cm A# G# D#
But in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon
Cm A# G#
What am I supposed to do? What was I supposed to do?
Cm A# G# D#
But if I want them to, will they come to me soon?
Cm A# G# D#
Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon?
Cm A# G# D#
Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you
Cm A# G#
But I couldn't ask this of you, I couldn't ask that
Cm, A#, G#
Cm, A#, D#
Cm, A#, D#
Cm A# G# D#
In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights
Cm A# G#
Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead
Cm A# G# D#
Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
Cm A# D#
That I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?
Cm A# G# D#
But if I choose this too does it count as my move?
Cm A# G#
I can't drop my history just to become new
Cm A# G# D#
Now I'm swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
Cm A# G#
But I couldn't ask this of you, I couldn't ask that
D#, A#, G#
G#, A#, G#
Cm, A#, G#, D#
Cm, A#, G#
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