Biografia:
The New Amsterdams comenzó como un proyecto del cantante de The Get Up Kids, Matt Pryor. En el 2000, sacó su álbum debut Never You Mind, el cual tiene una fuerte prescencia acústica.
Dos años después, Pryor publica Para Toda Vida, también acústico. Para 2003, Worse For The Wear incluye por vez primera una banda completa, que para el tiempo incluía a Ryan Rope y su hermano, ambos de Get Up Kids.
En 2005, cuando Get Up Kids anunciaba su separación, salió a luz Killed Or Cured.
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Outras músicas:
- A Beautiful Mistake
- Adeline Out Of Tune
- All Ears
- Asleep At The Wheel
- Death Of Us
- Drunk Or Dead
- Every Double Life
- Exs Ohs
- Four More Years
- From California
- Full Thunder Moon
- Girl Whyd You Run Away
- Goodbye
- Hanging On For Hope
- Heaven Sent
- Hover Near Fame
- Hughes
- I Wont Run Away
- Idaho
- Just So Over You
- Lonely Hearts
- Losing You
- Make Me Change My Mind
- Maybe Im A Fool
- My Old Man Had A Pistol
- Never Treat Others
- Picture In The Paper
- Proceed With Caution
- Revenge
- Slow Down
- Smoking Gun
- Stand Here And Bleed
- Strangled By The Thought
- Turn Out The Lights
- When We Two Parted
- Your Red Hand
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!
The song is really easy and I'm pretty sure about all the chords.
Check it out and let me know if corrections are needed. Have fun playing this!
- smoothk
Intro
G Bm D x3
G Bm A
Verse
D Bm
I'll trust as far as I can spit.
G
You can read deep into it.
Bm A D
New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard.
Bm G
I don't think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity.
Bm A
You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest (of us).
Chorus
G Bm D G Bm D
On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab.
G Bm D G Bm
It's a stake out. There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking
A
this to death.
Verse 2 as in verse 1:
So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point.
The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend.
Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate,
I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say.
Chorus
G Bm D G Bm D
On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab.
G Bm D G Bm
It's a stake out. There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking
A
this to death.
Verse 3 as in verse 1:
Somewhere the novelty wore thin.
Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage.
This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own.
I'll watch you sinking like a stone:what a sight.
Chorus
G Bm D G Bm D
On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab.
G Bm D G Bm
It's a stake out. There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking
A
this for:
Coda:
D G Bm A
Access, what little we possess.
D G Bm A
Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same.
D G Bm A
Excess, destined to impress.
D G Bm A
You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame.
Check it out and let me know if corrections are needed. Have fun playing this!
- smoothk
Intro
G Bm D x3
G Bm A
Verse
D Bm
I'll trust as far as I can spit.
G
You can read deep into it.
Bm A D
New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard.
Bm G
I don't think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity.
Bm A
You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest (of us).
Chorus
G Bm D G Bm D
On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab.
G Bm D G Bm
It's a stake out. There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking
A
this to death.
Verse 2 as in verse 1:
So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point.
The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend.
Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate,
I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say.
Chorus
G Bm D G Bm D
On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab.
G Bm D G Bm
It's a stake out. There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking
A
this to death.
Verse 3 as in verse 1:
Somewhere the novelty wore thin.
Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage.
This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own.
I'll watch you sinking like a stone:what a sight.
Chorus
G Bm D G Bm D
On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab.
G Bm D G Bm
It's a stake out. There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking
A
this for:
Coda:
D G Bm A
Access, what little we possess.
D G Bm A
Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same.
D G Bm A
Excess, destined to impress.
D G Bm A
You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame.
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