Biografia:
The Popguns were formed in 1986 in Brighton with a line up of Wendy Morgan (vocals), Simon Pickles (rhythm guitar), Greg Dixon (lead guitar), Pat Walkington (bass) and a drum machine. After a couple of local gigs they were joined by Shaun Charman (ex-The Wedding Present on drums).
And now 20 years down the road they have popped up again with a new album Pop Fiction released in December 2014 on Matinee Recordings.
Back in 88 after a number of local gigs and a flexi-disc release
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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!
Landslide
by the Popguns
http://www.popguns.net/
Intro:
e -3-3-3-2-0--| x4
b -3-3-3-----3|
g -2-2-2------|
d -0-0-0------|
a ------------|
e ------------|
D A G x2
D A G D A G
Feels like I've lost my grip on life
D A G D A G
Caught in a landslide, nothing is real
D A G D A G
You say I'm not what my clothes say
D A G D A G
I know it anyway, you don't have to tell me
Chorus
F#m G
Why can't you just hold me
D F#m
I'm feeling empty
F#m G D A
I'm gonna need some reassurance
F#m G D F#m
Break things to me gently
F#m G
Catch me, please
D A
I think I'm falling down
D A G x2
D A G D A G
First wage, as distant as old age
D A G D A G
Turning a new page is so hard to do
D A G D A G
Your smile, soft as a lullaby
D A G D A G
Whispering goodbye, lulling me through
Chorus
D A G x2
D A Gx4
with lots of La La las
the last time, I think I'm falling down
repeat
D A G x4
end on D
by the Popguns
http://www.popguns.net/
Intro:
e -3-3-3-2-0--| x4
b -3-3-3-----3|
g -2-2-2------|
d -0-0-0------|
a ------------|
e ------------|
D A G x2
D A G D A G
Feels like I've lost my grip on life
D A G D A G
Caught in a landslide, nothing is real
D A G D A G
You say I'm not what my clothes say
D A G D A G
I know it anyway, you don't have to tell me
Chorus
F#m G
Why can't you just hold me
D F#m
I'm feeling empty
F#m G D A
I'm gonna need some reassurance
F#m G D F#m
Break things to me gently
F#m G
Catch me, please
D A
I think I'm falling down
D A G x2
D A G D A G
First wage, as distant as old age
D A G D A G
Turning a new page is so hard to do
D A G D A G
Your smile, soft as a lullaby
D A G D A G
Whispering goodbye, lulling me through
Chorus
D A G x2
D A Gx4
with lots of La La las
the last time, I think I'm falling down
repeat
D A G x4
end on D
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