Biografia:
Adam Green e Kimya Dawson conheceram-se numa loja de discos em Nova Iorque e passado alguns meses já partilhavam o palco com os “The Strokes”. Os 19 temas do seu álbum homónimo parecem tocados em casa, na garagem, no corredor, ou em qualquer outra divisão (vulgo “lo-fi”?). Sem grandes arranjos (ou até “completamente desarranjadas”) são acima de tudo melodias simples, com princípio meio e fim, despidas de artifícios mirabolantes.
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Outras músicas:
- All I Want Is You
- Goodbye Song
- Who's Got The Crack
- Anyone Else But You
- Nothing Came Out
- Ballad Of Helen Keller And Rip Van Winkle
- County Fair
- Downloading Porn With Davo
- I Forgot
- I Think Im In Love
- Jorge Regula
- Lazy Confessions
- Little Bunny Foo Foo
- Lucky Charms
- Lucky Number Nine
- On Top
- Rainbows
- Secret Tongues
- Steak For Chicken
- Times Are Bad
- Whos Got The Crack
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]
Am G Am G Am
[Verse]
Am
Mardi Gras came and went
G
All my money has been spent
Am
How am I gonna pay the rent?
G
Sitting on your face (sitting on my ass)
Am
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
G
Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
Am G N.C.
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
[Refrain]
Am G Am G
[Verse]
My former life, I was a high roller (my former life, I had a sister.)
Walked around in a diamond stroller ( i abused her and I dissed her)
Found my calling as a part-time bowler (she got swept up in a twister)
Traded my wife in for a new three holer ( first I laughed and then I missed her)
Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that leaning tower?
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Oh get on a greyhound and ride away
Live on birthday cake each day (different dreams than yesterday)
Tell your grandparents that they're gay (tell your grandma, you're okay)
Steal their money and run away (kiss her cheek and run away)
Cuz me and my friends are so smart
We invented this new kind of art: (we invented this new kind of darts)
Post-Modernest Throwing Darts (Hit A Bulls-eye, cut a fart)
Smoking crack and cutting crack.
Who mistook this crap for genius? (Who is dancing on the ceiling?)
Who is gonna stroke my penis? (Who is gonna hurt my feelings?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Oh people are shiny like a brand new book (even your mother is a crook)
But if you get a closer look (but if I get a closer look)
There's shit on every hand you shook (there's shit on every road you took)
If you don't believe me, look at your hand (if you don't believe me, read the book)
Who made all these things for killing? (somebody's making a killing)
Who's pussy hole needs filling? (Who's empty heart needs filling?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
[Outro]
Am N.C.
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
G N.C G
(Who am I gonna stick my dick in?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Am G Am G Am
[Verse]
Am
Mardi Gras came and went
G
All my money has been spent
Am
How am I gonna pay the rent?
G
Sitting on your face (sitting on my ass)
Am
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
G
Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
Am G N.C.
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
[Refrain]
Am G Am G
[Verse]
My former life, I was a high roller (my former life, I had a sister.)
Walked around in a diamond stroller ( i abused her and I dissed her)
Found my calling as a part-time bowler (she got swept up in a twister)
Traded my wife in for a new three holer ( first I laughed and then I missed her)
Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that leaning tower?
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Oh get on a greyhound and ride away
Live on birthday cake each day (different dreams than yesterday)
Tell your grandparents that they're gay (tell your grandma, you're okay)
Steal their money and run away (kiss her cheek and run away)
Cuz me and my friends are so smart
We invented this new kind of art: (we invented this new kind of darts)
Post-Modernest Throwing Darts (Hit A Bulls-eye, cut a fart)
Smoking crack and cutting crack.
Who mistook this crap for genius? (Who is dancing on the ceiling?)
Who is gonna stroke my penis? (Who is gonna hurt my feelings?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Oh people are shiny like a brand new book (even your mother is a crook)
But if you get a closer look (but if I get a closer look)
There's shit on every hand you shook (there's shit on every road you took)
If you don't believe me, look at your hand (if you don't believe me, read the book)
Who made all these things for killing? (somebody's making a killing)
Who's pussy hole needs filling? (Who's empty heart needs filling?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
[Outro]
Am N.C.
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
G N.C G
(Who am I gonna stick my dick in?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
The Moth & T (...)
The Motion Sick
The Mouldy Peach (...)
The Mountain Goa (...)
The Move