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!
E
Always in the bad books,
A
It's not how it looks,
E
born to be a pawn, end up being rooks,
A
We weren't given we just took
Good people can end up being crooks
E C#m
Wooooah ooh! Woooah oh!
E
I danced the heel off my black boots
C#m
The feather out my hat
E
Looked the devil in the eye
C#m
said there's no turning back...
E A
Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that...
Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that...
I danced the heel off my black boots
The feather out my hat
Looked the devil in the eye
Said there's no turning back no...
E C#m
Sour little sweetie, so much sweeter than the rest.
E B
Like my father pissed, my hairs always a mess.
E B A
So, darling , sweetheart, don't stress.
A(one strum)
My heads a mess and don't you know...
Never into good looks
I know the mighty river, started with a Babylon
I stomp my foot, the whole world shook,
firmly with knowledge that this is not a fluke, oh no!
I danced the heel of my black boot, the feather off my hat
And looked the devil in the eye and said, there’s no turning back no
Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest,
Like my father figured my hairs always a mess
Darling, sweet heart don’t stress
My heads a mess and don’t you know!
E B C#m A
And so before you have to go
E B C#m A
Can you tell me yes or no?
E B
Where did all the love go?
A E
Where did all the love go?
Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest,
Like my father said my hairs always a mess
Darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My heads a mess and don’t you know!
Always in the bad books,
A
It's not how it looks,
E
born to be a pawn, end up being rooks,
A
We weren't given we just took
Good people can end up being crooks
E C#m
Wooooah ooh! Woooah oh!
E
I danced the heel off my black boots
C#m
The feather out my hat
E
Looked the devil in the eye
C#m
said there's no turning back...
E A
Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that...
Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that...
I danced the heel off my black boots
The feather out my hat
Looked the devil in the eye
Said there's no turning back no...
E C#m
Sour little sweetie, so much sweeter than the rest.
E B
Like my father pissed, my hairs always a mess.
E B A
So, darling , sweetheart, don't stress.
A(one strum)
My heads a mess and don't you know...
Never into good looks
I know the mighty river, started with a Babylon
I stomp my foot, the whole world shook,
firmly with knowledge that this is not a fluke, oh no!
I danced the heel of my black boot, the feather off my hat
And looked the devil in the eye and said, there’s no turning back no
Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest,
Like my father figured my hairs always a mess
Darling, sweet heart don’t stress
My heads a mess and don’t you know!
E B C#m A
And so before you have to go
E B C#m A
Can you tell me yes or no?
E B
Where did all the love go?
A E
Where did all the love go?
Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest,
Like my father said my hairs always a mess
Darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My heads a mess and don’t you know!
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