Biografia:
The Milk Carton Kids é um duo folk contemporâneo de Los Angeles, Califórnia. Kenneth Pattengale e Joey Ryan formaram o grupo no começo de 2011, arquivando suas carreiras solo em favor de um projeto colaborativo que focou em vocais harmonizados, violões acústicos entrelaçados e composições de raízes. Desde o começo, The Milk Carton Kids trabalharam rápido, lançando um álbum ao vivo (Retrospect) em março de 2011 e retornando três meses depois com seu primeiro álbum de estúdio, Prologue.
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Outras músicas:
- Michigan
- A Sea Of Roses
- All The Things
- As It Must Be
- Asheville Skies
- Big Time
- Broken Headlights
- Freedom
- Getaway
- Girls Gather Round
- Hear Them Loud
- Heaven
- Honey Honey
- Hope Of A Lifetime
- I Still Want A Little More
- Lake Skaneateles
- Laredo
- Like A Cloak
- Maybe Its Time
- Memoires Of An Owned Dog
- Memphis
- Milk Carton Kid
- Monterey
- New York
- No Hammer To Hold
- Nothing Is Real
- On The Mend
- One Goodbye
- Permanent
- Poison Tree
- Promised Land
- Queen Jane
- Retrospect
- Rock Roller
- Secret Of The Stars
- Secrets Of The Stars
- Shooting Shadows
- Sing Sparrow Sing
- Snake Eyes
- Stealing Romance
- The Ash And Clay
- The Jewel Of June
- There By Your Side
- Trouble In These Parts
- Undress The World
- Whisper In Her Ear
- Years Gone By
- Younger Years
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!
Bm F#m
Good God, is it November?
Em Bm
The leaves burn auburn red
G D
The Asheville skies and timber
F#
Are holding on to it
Bm F#m
But I cannot remember
Em Bm
That fleeting hopeful song
G D
That rose of our September
F#
My word, what have we done?
G E
I'd love nothing more than to cover my face
A F# Bm
Forget who I am and get out of this place
G D
Pretend to be somebody other than me
F#
And go on living that way
Bm A D G
Till all the dreams that I had in mind
Bm A D G
Come back to me by next year this time
A F# Bm
Tell me whatever became of what I left behind
During Solo : Bm F#m Em Bm G D F#
Bm F#m
Could hope have sprung eternal
Em Bm
On darkened, dreary roads?
G D
The heart that beats nocturnal
F#
Knows not where it goes
Bm F#m
We listen for the signal
Em Bm
To raise the dirt again
G D
Our livelihood is equal
F#
To the air that breathes us in
G E
I'd welcome you home just to turn you away
A F# Bm
Shuffle the cards by the light of the day
G D
Pretend that the worst of it got left behind
F#
And go on living that way
Bm A D G
Till all the dreams we left in our wake
Bm A D G
Come back to me as the joy we forsake
A F# Bm
Tell me whatever is burning the fires we made
[Outro]:
Bm F#m Em Bm G D F#
G E A F# Bm G D F#
Bm A D G E A F# Bm
Am G D
Good God, is it November?
Em Bm
The leaves burn auburn red
G D
The Asheville skies and timber
F#
Are holding on to it
Bm F#m
But I cannot remember
Em Bm
That fleeting hopeful song
G D
That rose of our September
F#
My word, what have we done?
G E
I'd love nothing more than to cover my face
A F# Bm
Forget who I am and get out of this place
G D
Pretend to be somebody other than me
F#
And go on living that way
Bm A D G
Till all the dreams that I had in mind
Bm A D G
Come back to me by next year this time
A F# Bm
Tell me whatever became of what I left behind
During Solo : Bm F#m Em Bm G D F#
Bm F#m
Could hope have sprung eternal
Em Bm
On darkened, dreary roads?
G D
The heart that beats nocturnal
F#
Knows not where it goes
Bm F#m
We listen for the signal
Em Bm
To raise the dirt again
G D
Our livelihood is equal
F#
To the air that breathes us in
G E
I'd welcome you home just to turn you away
A F# Bm
Shuffle the cards by the light of the day
G D
Pretend that the worst of it got left behind
F#
And go on living that way
Bm A D G
Till all the dreams we left in our wake
Bm A D G
Come back to me as the joy we forsake
A F# Bm
Tell me whatever is burning the fires we made
[Outro]:
Bm F#m Em Bm G D F#
G E A F# Bm G D F#
Bm A D G E A F# Bm
Am G D
The Moldy Peache (...)
The Monkees
The Moody Blues
The Morning Bend (...)
The Morning Of