Biografia:
The View são um quarteto de indie rock de Dryburgh, distrito de Dundee, na Escócia, formado em 2005. O nome foi inspirado no pub The Bayview em Menzieshill, também distrito de Dundee, não muito longe de Dryburgh. Seus membros são Kyle Falconer (guitarra, vocais e composições), Kieren Webster (baixo, vocais e composições), Pete Reilly (guitarra) e Steven Morrison (bateria e percussão).
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Outras músicas:
- Claudia
- Face For The Radio
- Gem Of A Bird
- Realisation
- Same Jeans
- Skag Trendy
- Time Aint Running Out
- Wasted Little Djs
- Wasteland
- 5 Rebeccas
- Ab We Need Treatment
- Anfield Row
- Best Friend
- Best Lasts Forever
- Blondie
- Bullet
- Bunker
- Covers
- Dance Into The Night
- Distant Doubloon
- Don
- Dont Tell Me
- Double Yellow Lines
- For You
- Girl
- Give Back The Sun
- Glass Smash
- Grace
- Grans For Tea
- Happy
- How Long
- I Need That Record
- Ive Just Seen A Face
- Jimmys Crazy Conspiricy
- Kill Kyle
- Life
- Life Is Not Easy
- Marriage
- Mr Men Book
- One Off Pretender
- Posh Boys
- Shock Horror
- Sour Little Sweetie
- Standing Waiting On My Own
- Streetlights
- Superstar Tradesman
- Tacky Tattoo
- The Best Last Forever
- Tragic Magic
- Underneath The Lights
- Unexpected
- Up The Junction
- Witches
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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Blind Pew he covers you with colours of the night
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youll never meet him in the carnival.
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Taggada takes the Jakeys for a ride.
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And Long John Silver is one of the few
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that Robbie Stevenson could champion even though the man was fake
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made up the kind youd never expect to shoot one of their inmates.
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The horizontal stripes will lead you to the west
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The vertical Hilltown Huns will leave you own back with your tannadiction
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chest.
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The weakest character in this chapter loves dairy,
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shadows never shone.
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I never met a pretty creature who would crumble at the outcome of a cow，
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How come you would tell me farmers never bow.
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Metaphors are easy just to talk about it，
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growing up with spacers I can live without
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Fifteen holes is never worth a stolen bike
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just waiting for a different cunt to say what to write.
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There will never be a colour in the sea
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if you dont have no eyes to see
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so please dont dwell upon your wooden leg，
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your limp is boring me.
B E
You see your wallpaper was red polluted with lesbian green.
B E
Red was never your colour it was never your team.
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Blue it never even crossed your mind because you never flew a flight，
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Golden treasure left you blind.
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Fifteen holes is never worth a stolen bike
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your just waiting for a different cunt to say what to write.
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There will never be a colour in the sea if you have not eyes to see.
So dont dwell upon your wooden leg,
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your fucking limp is boring me.
C#m
Blind Pew he covers you with colours of the night
A G#
youll never meet him in the carnival.
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Taggada takes the Jakeys for a ride.
C#m
And Long John Silver is one of the few
A G# A
that Robbie Stevenson could champion even though the man was fake
G# A G# C#m
made up the kind youd never expect to shoot one of their inmates.
F# B
The horizontal stripes will lead you to the west
F# A
The vertical Hilltown Huns will leave you own back with your tannadiction
G#
chest.
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The weakest character in this chapter loves dairy,
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shadows never shone.
C#m A G# A
I never met a pretty creature who would crumble at the outcome of a cow，
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How come you would tell me farmers never bow.
F#m G#m
Metaphors are easy just to talk about it，
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growing up with spacers I can live without
F#m G#m C#m
Fifteen holes is never worth a stolen bike
F#m G#m C#m
just waiting for a different cunt to say what to write.
F#m G#m A
There will never be a colour in the sea
G#m A
if you dont have no eyes to see
A G#
so please dont dwell upon your wooden leg，
A G# C#m
your limp is boring me.
B E
You see your wallpaper was red polluted with lesbian green.
B E
Red was never your colour it was never your team.
F#m B E
Blue it never even crossed your mind because you never flew a flight，
F#m G#
Golden treasure left you blind.
F#m G#m C#m
Fifteen holes is never worth a stolen bike
F#m G#m C#m
your just waiting for a different cunt to say what to write.
F#m G#m A G# A
There will never be a colour in the sea if you have not eyes to see.
So dont dwell upon your wooden leg,
C#m G# x 3 C#m
your fucking limp is boring me.
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