Biografia:
The Lawrence Arms are a punk rock trio from Chicago, formed in 1999. The lineup consists of Brendan Kelly (vocals & bass), Chris McCaughan (vocals & guitar), and Neil Hennessy (drums). They have released seven full-length albums and are currently signed to Epitaph. Their music and lyrics exhibit their propensity for juxtaposing references from history and literature with American pop culture. The band takes its name from a building the members resided in (and were later evicted from) called the Lawrence Arms
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Outras músicas:
- 100 Resolutions
- 106 South
- 3Am Qvc Shopping Spree Hangover
- A Boring Story
- A Toast
- Abracadaver
- Acheron River
- Alert The Audience
- All The Week
- Another Boring Story
- Are You There Margaret Its Me God
- Are You There Yet Margaret Its Me God
- Beautiful Things
- Black Snow
- Boatless Brooze Cruise Part 1
- Bonfire Park
- Brick Wall Views
- Brickwall Views
- Chapter 13 A Hero Appears
- Chapter 13 The Hero Appears
- Chilean District
- Criminal
- Demons
- Devils Takin Names
- Drunken Tweets
- Faintly Falling Ashes
- Ghost Stories
- Hey What Time Is Pensacola Wings Of Gold On Anyway
- Hickery Avenue
- Ill Take Whats In The Box Monty
- Intransit
- Light Breathing Me And Martha Plimpton In A Fancy Elevator
- Like A Record Player
- Metropole
- Minute
- Navigating The Windward Passage
- Necrotism Decanting The Insalubrious Cyborg Midnight Part 7
- Never Fade Away
- October Blood
- Old Mexico Way
- On With The Show
- Overheated
- Paradise Shitty
- Porno And Snuff Films
- Quincentuple Your Money
- Right As Rain Part 2
- Seventeener
- Seventeener 17Th And 37Th
- Spit Shining Shit
- The Corpses Of Our Motivations
- The Devils Takin Names
- The Disaster March
- The First Eviction Notice
- The March Of The Elephants
- The Profiteers
- The Rabbit And The Rooster
- The Ramblin Boys Of Pleasure
- The Rambling Boys Of Pleasure
- The Raw And Searing Flesh
- The Redness In The West
- The Slowest Drink At The Saddest Bar On The Snowiest Day In The Greatest City
- The Ymca Down The Street From The Clinic
- Them Angels Been Talkin
- Theres No Place Like A Strangers Floor
- These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me
- Warped Summer Extravaganza
- You Are Here
- Your Gravest Words
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!
E B
I never wanted to die old,
C#m
But it's too late now,
A
My heart has grown so cold.
E B
And the corpse I leave behind
C#m
ain't gonna be no pretty boy
A
It's a sick sack of disease.
We thought about ways we'd love to go.
high and beautiful, and fucking in the snow.
On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,
On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves.
A B E
It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave.
C#m B A
My heart got kicked out of all its homes,
C#m B E A
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
A B C#m
And now there ain't nowhere left to go,
A B E
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
And yesterday I woke up to find,
The black in my beard had turn to white.
And the pretty girls that used to smile at me,
Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.
C#m A
So tonight I'll sit up here
E B
With these streetlights and these seventeen beers.
C#m A
Straight from the page of a teenage diary,
E B A B
Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.
That my heart got kicked out of all its homes,
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
Guitar in Chorus / After Chorus
e|-----------|-----------|
b|-5---------|-5---------|
g|---4-6-----|---4-6-----|
d|-------4-6-|--------6b-|
a|-----------|-----------|
e|-----------|-----------|
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I never wanted to die old,
C#m
But it's too late now,
A
My heart has grown so cold.
E B
And the corpse I leave behind
C#m
ain't gonna be no pretty boy
A
It's a sick sack of disease.
We thought about ways we'd love to go.
high and beautiful, and fucking in the snow.
On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,
On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves.
A B E
It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave.
C#m B A
My heart got kicked out of all its homes,
C#m B E A
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
A B C#m
And now there ain't nowhere left to go,
A B E
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
And yesterday I woke up to find,
The black in my beard had turn to white.
And the pretty girls that used to smile at me,
Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.
C#m A
So tonight I'll sit up here
E B
With these streetlights and these seventeen beers.
C#m A
Straight from the page of a teenage diary,
E B A B
Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.
That my heart got kicked out of all its homes,
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
Guitar in Chorus / After Chorus
e|-----------|-----------|
b|-5---------|-5---------|
g|---4-6-----|---4-6-----|
d|-------4-6-|--------6b-|
a|-----------|-----------|
e|-----------|-----------|
Wester18
02.20.2014
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