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!
From Chutes to Narrow
Thanks to other poster - made a few alterations
Intro:
D* (x57755)
e|-5----(5)----------------|
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Verse:
Am D
An address to the golden door
Am D
I was strumming on a stone again
Am D E
pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched
(run*)
D|-----------------
A|--7--5-----------
E|--------8--7-----
a tragic opera in my mind...
Am D
and it told of a new design
Am D
in which every soul is duty bound
Am D E
to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies
(run*) C
the fatal flaw of the red age
Chorus:
F C
Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
F C
our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
D F G
and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time
verse:
So we burned all our uniforms
and let nature take its course again
and the big ones just eat all the little ones
that send us back to the drawing board.
C
In our darkest hours
G
we have all asked for some
F
angel to come
C G
sprinkle his dust all around
C G
but all our crying voices they can't turn it around
F Am D Am E
you've had some crazy conversations of your own.
[Verse]
Am D
We've got rules and maps
Am D
and guns in our backs but we still can't just
Am D E
behave ourselves even if to save our own lives so, says I,
Am D Am D Am D E
We are a brutal kiiiiiiiiiiindd.
[Chorus]
C F C
Cuz this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
F C
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
D F G
Cuz if it makes them money they might just give you life this time.
Am D
Wooo-ooo
Am D
Wooo-ooo
Am D E
Wooo-ooo
End on Am
Thanks to other poster - made a few alterations
Intro:
D* (x57755)
e|-5----(5)----------------|
B|-5-----(5)------5-5-5-5--|
G|-7---(7)-(7)---7-5-------|
D|-7-----------------7-----|
A|-5-------------------7---|
E|-------------------------|
Verse:
Am D
An address to the golden door
Am D
I was strumming on a stone again
Am D E
pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched
(run*)
D|-----------------
A|--7--5-----------
E|--------8--7-----
a tragic opera in my mind...
Am D
and it told of a new design
Am D
in which every soul is duty bound
Am D E
to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies
(run*) C
the fatal flaw of the red age
Chorus:
F C
Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
F C
our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
D F G
and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time
verse:
So we burned all our uniforms
and let nature take its course again
and the big ones just eat all the little ones
that send us back to the drawing board.
C
In our darkest hours
G
we have all asked for some
F
angel to come
C G
sprinkle his dust all around
C G
but all our crying voices they can't turn it around
F Am D Am E
you've had some crazy conversations of your own.
[Verse]
Am D
We've got rules and maps
Am D
and guns in our backs but we still can't just
Am D E
behave ourselves even if to save our own lives so, says I,
Am D Am D Am D E
We are a brutal kiiiiiiiiiiindd.
[Chorus]
C F C
Cuz this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
F C
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
D F G
Cuz if it makes them money they might just give you life this time.
Am D
Wooo-ooo
Am D
Wooo-ooo
Am D E
Wooo-ooo
End on Am
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