Biografia:
The Shins é um grupo de indie rock formado pelo cantor e guitarrista James Russell Mercer, pelo tecladista e guitarrista Martin Crandall, pelo baixista Dave Hernandez, e pelo baterista Jesse Sandoval.
A banda começou em 1997 na cidade de Albuquerque, Novo México como um projeto paralelo de Mercer e Neal Langford, que tocavam em um conjunto chamado Flake. Em 1999, o Flake (que nesse momento já se chamava Flake Music) acabou e todos os seus membros foram para os Shins (nome de uma família fictícia de The Music Man
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Outras músicas:
- 40 Mark Strasse
- A Comet Appears
- Austrailia
- Bait And Switch
- For A Fool
- Girl On The Wing
- It's Only Life
- Kissing The Lipless
- New Slang
- Phantom Limb
- Pink Bullets
- Port Of Morrow
- September
- Simple Song
- Sleeping Lessons
- So Now What
- Australia
- Saint Simon
- A Call To Apathity
- Breathe
- Caring Is Creepy
- Celebate Life
- Celibate Life
- Cherry Hearts
- Dead Alive
- Eating Styes From Elephant Eyes
- Eating Styes From Elephants Eyes
- Fall Of 82
- Fantasy Island
- Fighting In A Sack
- Flake Music
- Girl Inform Me
- Gone For Good
- Half A Million
- Heartworms
- Its Only Life
- Know Your Onion
- Mildenhall
- Mines Not A High Horse
- My Seventh Rib
- Name For You
- No Way Down
- Nothing At All
- One By One All Day
- Painting A Hole
- Pam Berry
- Pariah King
- Past And Pending
- Plenty Is Never Enough
- Pressed In A Book
- Red Rabbits
- Rubber Ballz
- Sea Legs
- So Says I
- Sphagnum Esplanade
- Spilt Needles
- Split Needles
- The Fear
- The Past And Pending
- The Past And The Pending
- The Rifles Spiral
- The Waltz Is Over
- Theyll Soon Discover
- Those Bold City Girls
- Those To Come
- Turn A Square
- Turn On Me
- We Will Become Silhouettes
- Weird Divide
- When I Goose Step
- Won One Too Many Fights
- Young Pilgrims
- Your Algebra
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!
Pariah King
F#m G A
It all spans out on a plane
Bm A D E
Looking back, hardly a hill or valley still remains
F#m G A
The boy before the pain
Bm A D E -
Still longs for the womb of love as he smashes down with a cane
D A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G D
It's your perception alone
Bm A
Of grey hands taking control
G A -
But what can you do to prove it
F#m G A
The flat waste of a life
Bm A D E
How many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife
F#m G A
There's an incline to the floor
Bm A D E -
And everything in your crooked life ends up rolling out the door
D A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G D
But it's your perception alone
Bm A
Of grey hands have taken control
G A
But what can you do to prove it
G A -
Look man, there's nothing to it
Bm F#m
What are you really getting at when you sing?
Bm F#m
There's something wrong and beautiful
Bm F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
G A
The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no
F#m G A -
Bm A D E -
D A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G D
It's your perception alone
Bm A
With your hand over your mouth
G A
God forbid it gets out
Bm A
The grey hands have got you in tow
G A
But what can you do to prove it
G A
Look boy, there's nothing to it
Bm F#m
What are you really getting at when you sing?
Bm F#m
It's something wrong and beautiful
Bm F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
G A
The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no
F#m G A
It all spans out on a plane
Bm A D E
Looking back, hardly a hill or valley still remains
F#m G A
The boy before the pain
Bm A D E -
Still longs for the womb of love as he smashes down with a cane
D A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G D
It's your perception alone
Bm A
Of grey hands taking control
G A -
But what can you do to prove it
F#m G A
The flat waste of a life
Bm A D E
How many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife
F#m G A
There's an incline to the floor
Bm A D E -
And everything in your crooked life ends up rolling out the door
D A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G D
But it's your perception alone
Bm A
Of grey hands have taken control
G A
But what can you do to prove it
G A -
Look man, there's nothing to it
Bm F#m
What are you really getting at when you sing?
Bm F#m
There's something wrong and beautiful
Bm F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
G A
The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no
F#m G A -
Bm A D E -
D A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G D
It's your perception alone
Bm A
With your hand over your mouth
G A
God forbid it gets out
Bm A
The grey hands have got you in tow
G A
But what can you do to prove it
G A
Look boy, there's nothing to it
Bm F#m
What are you really getting at when you sing?
Bm F#m
It's something wrong and beautiful
Bm F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
G A
The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no
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