Biografia:
Vindos da Austrália, Tali White(voz/bate/percus), Marty Donaldd(Guitar) e Mark Monnone(baixo) trazem forte influência do pop britânico do final dos anos 80/início dos 90, grande banda com grandes músicas. Misturando-se The Smiths com The Housemartins mais um pouco de Violent Femmes, temos os Lucksmiths.
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Outras músicas:
- There Is A Boy That Never Goes Out
- Cassingle Revival
- Cat In Sunshine
- Clever Hans
- Cliched Title For Kris
- Deep Sea Diving Suit
- Fiction
- Forgetting Of Wisdom
- Friendless Summer
- Frisbee
- From Macauley Station
- Goodness Gracious
- Guess How Much I Love You
- Little Athletics
- Midweek Midmorning
- Motorscooter
- Point Being
- Punchlines
- Requiem For The Punters Club
- Run Spot Run
- Scottsdale
- Southernmost
- Spond
- Summer Town
- Sunlight In A Jar
- T Shirt Weather
- Tale Of Two Cities
- The Chapter In Your Life Entitled San Francisco
- The Golden Age Of Aviation
- Untidy Towns
- Weatherboard
- Year Of Driving Langourously
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 [x 2]
D A
I’ll drop you a postcard, I’ll pick up my pen
D C#m Bm
Miranda Street’s deserted, it’s winter again
D A G D
Give me ten minutes and I’ll paint you a picture
D A
Of holiday houses where the sun won’t shine
D C#m Bm
And the paint is peeling around the ‘vacancy’ sign
D A G D
Where it’s winter forever, whatever the weather
G D
And these are my autumn years
D A
And this is the town where the girl got run down
D C#m Bm
Pale sun in the pine trees, her golden hair on the ground
D A G D
Her body crumpled and I was sick by the side of the road
G D
The sun goes down on the town where the sun never rose
D A D C#m Bm
D A G D
D A
I’m waiting for December, I’m waiting for September
D C#m Bm
I’m waiting for the tide to come back in
D A G D
Give me fifteen seconds and I’ll show you around
G D
Where I end is where I begin
G D
There’s nothing inbetween
D A
Kicking a stone along Miranda Street
D C#m Bm
Stepping on cracks in the concrete
D
With a head full of loose change
A
And a pocket full of ideas
G A D A D A
I could walk forever and never get out of here
D A
This is the town where the girl got run down
D C#m Bm
And this is the town where the postman was drowned
D A G D
And this is the town where that foundling was found
G D
And the name round his neck was mine
G A Bm A
How could it ever be so cold in summertime?
G A D
I’m too young to be so old in Summer Town
G D [x4]
Summer Town
D A
I’ll drop you a postcard, I’ll pick up my pen
D C#m Bm
Miranda Street’s deserted, it’s winter again
D A G D
Give me ten minutes and I’ll paint you a picture
D A
Of holiday houses where the sun won’t shine
D C#m Bm
And the paint is peeling around the ‘vacancy’ sign
D A G D
Where it’s winter forever, whatever the weather
G D
And these are my autumn years
D A
And this is the town where the girl got run down
D C#m Bm
Pale sun in the pine trees, her golden hair on the ground
D A G D
Her body crumpled and I was sick by the side of the road
G D
The sun goes down on the town where the sun never rose
D A D C#m Bm
D A G D
D A
I’m waiting for December, I’m waiting for September
D C#m Bm
I’m waiting for the tide to come back in
D A G D
Give me fifteen seconds and I’ll show you around
G D
Where I end is where I begin
G D
There’s nothing inbetween
D A
Kicking a stone along Miranda Street
D C#m Bm
Stepping on cracks in the concrete
D
With a head full of loose change
A
And a pocket full of ideas
G A D A D A
I could walk forever and never get out of here
D A
This is the town where the girl got run down
D C#m Bm
And this is the town where the postman was drowned
D A G D
And this is the town where that foundling was found
G D
And the name round his neck was mine
G A Bm A
How could it ever be so cold in summertime?
G A D
I’m too young to be so old in Summer Town
G D [x4]
Summer Town
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