Biografia:
The Servant é uma banda de indie rock britânica. Popular na Europa, mas não muito na América. Sua primeira inserção na América foi com a música "Cells", usada, em versão instrumental, nos trailers de Sin City, e também no filme Carga Explosiva 2.
Membros:
Dan Black (vocal, guitarra)
Chris Burrows (guitarra)
Matt Fisher (baixo)
Trevor Sharpe (bateria).
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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!
[Intro]
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[Verse]
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You've got to take your mind off him
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But not with aspirins
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You won't
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You won't let your family in
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Like smoke your body comes
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Through the gaps in the urban slums
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You try
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You try to speak american
[Pre-Chorus]
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When you don't know what you want
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You end up finding that you haunt your own
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Your own life
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You're the daylight ghost that creeps
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You're the empty city streets and I
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And I see you
[Chorus]
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And those talkshows fill your days
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Something is slipping away
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Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
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Your skin is cellophane
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You know I feel the same
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Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
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When you make a cup of tea
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You act like it's alchemy
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But it's not
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It's not what you think it to be
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Seeing everything as signs
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Seeing everything as lines
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always
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Always lying saying you're fine
[Pre-Chorus]
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When you don't know what you want
D E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
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Your own life
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You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D E
You're the empty city streets and I
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And I see you
[Chorus]
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And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
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Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
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Your skin is cellophane
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You know I feel the same
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Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
[Interlude]
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[Bridge]
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When you don't know what you want
D E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
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Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D E
You're the empty city streets
N.C
But I can you
[Chorus]
F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
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Talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
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Sometimes it feels like, oh, you don't have a body
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Your skin is cellophane
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You know I feel the sa-a-a-ame
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Sometimes it feels like, oh, you don't have a body
[Outro]
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[Verse]
F#m
You've got to take your mind off him
D
But not with aspirins
E
You won't
E6 E
You won't let your family in
F#m
Like smoke your body comes
D
Through the gaps in the urban slums
E
You try
E6 E
You try to speak american
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m
When you don't know what you want
D E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
E6 E
Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D E
You're the empty city streets and I
E6 E
And I see you
[Chorus]
F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
[Verse]
F#m
When you make a cup of tea
D
You act like it's alchemy
E
But it's not
E6 E
It's not what you think it to be
F#m
Seeing everything as signs
D
Seeing everything as lines
E
always
E6 E
Always lying saying you're fine
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m
When you don't know what you want
D E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
E6 E
Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D E
You're the empty city streets and I
E6 E
And I see you
[Chorus]
F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
[Interlude]
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[Bridge]
F#m
When you don't know what you want
D E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
E6 E
Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D E
You're the empty city streets
N.C
But I can you
[Chorus]
F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like, oh, you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the sa-a-a-ame
E E6 E
Sometimes it feels like, oh, you don't have a body
[Outro]
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The Shadows
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The Shaggs
The Shaky Hands
The Shamen