Biografia:
O The Middle East lançou seu primeiro álbum (The Recordings Of The Middle East) em 2008. Quem já conferiu se impressionou (ao menos os que se pronunciaram). Cheio de momentos grandiosos e de longas e belas canções, a banda australiana tomou a frente em várias listas de melhores discos do ano e, mais do que isso, tomou de supetão diversos corações e mentes.
Nem vídeo e poucas fotos. Poucos fatos também. O que se sabe é que a banda é formada por dois irmãos e seus três amigos, lá na Austrália.
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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:
| Cmaj7 | G | D | D | x 4
Verse:
| Em | G | Cmaj7 | G | }
} x 2
| Em | G | Cmaj7 | D | }
Chorus:
| D |
| G | G | C | G |
| Em | G | Cmaj7 | D |
| Em | G | Cmaj7 | G |
| Em | G | D | D |
Green-eyed looker, it always pains me to see
Hollowed out picture of skin and bone
The strangest stranger that I ever did meet
Oh and I guess I ain’t that old
She came on strong with her own confidence
Made you sweat in your cotton, though it’ll breathe (?)
The cruelest behaviour ain’t born or mined (?)
Feel her shell should just go and down the wine (?)
It’s deep water, driving rain
And all I can remember is a cold
Another burned out lover who was begging to leave
She said “why wouldn’t you tie your soul to me?”
Took all I had in my waiting cell (?)
And a little of what I just don’t know
But I got my thinking up to where I fell
And I let the memories of my lovers die
It’s a bitter taste and a, a blinding light
Time fade burns, most would know
Took the hand of the, the woman I love
Now I am sure I’m gonna make her my own
It’s the deep water, the driving rain
I’m making a shelter of my own
When Jesus comes he’s gonna eat with me
And he’s gonna find our children old
Got a road all laid out and trenched
And mined enough for a walking pace (?)
It seems so different from where I’ve come
Oh Lord I’d love to see that, that place again
With its deep water, mountain range
Full of those hard living kind
Petrol stations and a copper mine
The kind of place I think I could die
| Cmaj7 | G | D | D | x 4
Verse:
| Em | G | Cmaj7 | G | }
} x 2
| Em | G | Cmaj7 | D | }
Chorus:
| D |
| G | G | C | G |
| Em | G | Cmaj7 | D |
| Em | G | Cmaj7 | G |
| Em | G | D | D |
Green-eyed looker, it always pains me to see
Hollowed out picture of skin and bone
The strangest stranger that I ever did meet
Oh and I guess I ain’t that old
She came on strong with her own confidence
Made you sweat in your cotton, though it’ll breathe (?)
The cruelest behaviour ain’t born or mined (?)
Feel her shell should just go and down the wine (?)
It’s deep water, driving rain
And all I can remember is a cold
Another burned out lover who was begging to leave
She said “why wouldn’t you tie your soul to me?”
Took all I had in my waiting cell (?)
And a little of what I just don’t know
But I got my thinking up to where I fell
And I let the memories of my lovers die
It’s a bitter taste and a, a blinding light
Time fade burns, most would know
Took the hand of the, the woman I love
Now I am sure I’m gonna make her my own
It’s the deep water, the driving rain
I’m making a shelter of my own
When Jesus comes he’s gonna eat with me
And he’s gonna find our children old
Got a road all laid out and trenched
And mined enough for a walking pace (?)
It seems so different from where I’ve come
Oh Lord I’d love to see that, that place again
With its deep water, mountain range
Full of those hard living kind
Petrol stations and a copper mine
The kind of place I think I could die
The Miserables
The Mixtures
The Modems
The Moffatts
The Moldy Peache (...)