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|A|G|
|D|A|D|
D A G
This don't feel like home anymore
Bm A G
Nothing is familiar when I walk through my door
Bm C G
So I thank the heavens or whoever's in charge
D A G
This don't feel like home anymore
D A G
I don't feel the pain I once did
Bm A G
One day it just vanished like a milk carton kid
Bm C G
Are your rooftops set free in a hurricane wind?
D A D
I don't feel the pain I once did
E7
Home was a just a broken heart
A7
A driveway to park a car
Bm A G
A memory of a dream long since in discard
Bm C G
Say you won't be surprised at the joy in my heart
D A G
This don't feel like home anymore
D A D
& I no longer feel such a shame
Bm A G
Since the day she stood beside me at a football game
Bm C G
And I knew that I loved her before I knew her name
D A G
I no longer feel such a shame
E7
Home was a just a broken heart
A7
A driveway to park a car
Bm A G
A memory of a dream long since in discard
Bm C G
Say you won't be surprised at the joy in my heart
D A G
This don't feel like home anymore
Solo:
|G|G|Bm|A Em|Em|
|D|A|G|Bm|C|G|
|D|A|D
D A G
This ain't no time for regret
Bm A G
To witness without mercy, but neither to forget
Bm C G
If we keep looking backwards, we'll break our necks
D A G
This ain't no time for regret
D A D
This ain't no time for regret
|D|A|D|
D A G
This don't feel like home anymore
Bm A G
Nothing is familiar when I walk through my door
Bm C G
So I thank the heavens or whoever's in charge
D A G
This don't feel like home anymore
D A G
I don't feel the pain I once did
Bm A G
One day it just vanished like a milk carton kid
Bm C G
Are your rooftops set free in a hurricane wind?
D A D
I don't feel the pain I once did
E7
Home was a just a broken heart
A7
A driveway to park a car
Bm A G
A memory of a dream long since in discard
Bm C G
Say you won't be surprised at the joy in my heart
D A G
This don't feel like home anymore
D A D
& I no longer feel such a shame
Bm A G
Since the day she stood beside me at a football game
Bm C G
And I knew that I loved her before I knew her name
D A G
I no longer feel such a shame
E7
Home was a just a broken heart
A7
A driveway to park a car
Bm A G
A memory of a dream long since in discard
Bm C G
Say you won't be surprised at the joy in my heart
D A G
This don't feel like home anymore
Solo:
|G|G|Bm|A Em|Em|
|D|A|G|Bm|C|G|
|D|A|D
D A G
This ain't no time for regret
Bm A G
To witness without mercy, but neither to forget
Bm C G
If we keep looking backwards, we'll break our necks
D A G
This ain't no time for regret
D A D
This ain't no time for regret
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