Biografia:
Banda britânica formada em 1987, por Harriet Wheeler (vocalista), David Gavurin (guitarrista),Paul Brindley(baixista) e Patrick Hannan(baterista).
The Sundays teve influência na vida de vários jovens e emplacaram sucessos como : Here's Where The Story Ends e Wild Horses.
Em 1990,lançam o álbum Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic, muito bem recebido
pela crítica e pelo público,graças à angelical voz de Wheeler e às belas melodias,que criavam uma feliz combinação entre Smiths e Cocteau Twins.
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Outras músicas:
- Wild Horses
- Cant Be Sure
- Cry
- Folk Song
- God Made Me
- Gone
- Goodbye
- Heres Where The Story Ends
- Homeward
- I Feel
- I Kicked A Boy
- Leave This City
- Life And Soul
- Life Goes On
- Medicine
- More
- My Finest Hour
- Nothing Sweet
- On Earth
- She
- Skin And Bones
- So Much
- Something More
- Summertime
- Through The Dark
- When Im Thinking About You
- Your Eyes
- Youre Not The Only One I Know
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!
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#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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From: [email protected] (Dennis C. Ko)
My Finest Hour
by The SUNDAYS
transcription by Dennis Ko ([email protected])
This is a basically wrong, but it?s good enough to sing to so I thought I?d
post it anyway. I got the lyrics from somewhere on the net, but I can?t
remember where. Any corrections and improvements are appreciated--even
just the real chord names would be nice.
Chords used
E x79900 F# x9111100 C# x46600 B x24400
D 101212000 A x066500 E2 x77990 B2 799800
Intro: E F# E F# E
E C# B
when the world, it shows me up
E C# B
my clothes, they show me up
B E
I never knew this before
C# B
my finest hour that I've ever known
E C# B D
was finding a pound on the Underground
(same as first verse)
when my words came stumbling out
and then I went tumbling out
[I never believed/I've never been here] before
and the finest hour that I've ever known
was finding a pound on the Underground
E A E2 B2
and I keep hoping you are the same as me
E A E2 B2
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
E A E2 B2
we are who we are, what do the others know
E A E2 B2
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
D
home
when the words came stumbling out of my mouth
and I went tumbling out [here, no no, no no]
but I keep hoping you are the same as me
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
we are who we are, what do the others know
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
oh, I'm going home
but I'll keep hoping you are the only one
yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun
oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say
but poetry is not for me, and much as I'd like to stay
oh, I just want to go home
you're, you're, you're too young
[should've been], you, you're, you're too young
[it should've been], you too, you're too, you're too young
[it should've been], you, you, you're too young
[you should've been, safer, saner]
[bribed the judge and then] sat down
ooh, you're, you're, you're too young
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
From: [email protected] (Dennis C. Ko)
My Finest Hour
by The SUNDAYS
transcription by Dennis Ko ([email protected])
This is a basically wrong, but it?s good enough to sing to so I thought I?d
post it anyway. I got the lyrics from somewhere on the net, but I can?t
remember where. Any corrections and improvements are appreciated--even
just the real chord names would be nice.
Chords used
E x79900 F# x9111100 C# x46600 B x24400
D 101212000 A x066500 E2 x77990 B2 799800
Intro: E F# E F# E
E C# B
when the world, it shows me up
E C# B
my clothes, they show me up
B E
I never knew this before
C# B
my finest hour that I've ever known
E C# B D
was finding a pound on the Underground
(same as first verse)
when my words came stumbling out
and then I went tumbling out
[I never believed/I've never been here] before
and the finest hour that I've ever known
was finding a pound on the Underground
E A E2 B2
and I keep hoping you are the same as me
E A E2 B2
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
E A E2 B2
we are who we are, what do the others know
E A E2 B2
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
D
home
when the words came stumbling out of my mouth
and I went tumbling out [here, no no, no no]
but I keep hoping you are the same as me
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
we are who we are, what do the others know
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
oh, I'm going home
but I'll keep hoping you are the only one
yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun
oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say
but poetry is not for me, and much as I'd like to stay
oh, I just want to go home
you're, you're, you're too young
[should've been], you, you're, you're too young
[it should've been], you too, you're too, you're too young
[it should've been], you, you, you're too young
[you should've been, safer, saner]
[bribed the judge and then] sat down
ooh, you're, you're, you're too young
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