Biografia:
The Wrens are an American indie rock band from New Jersey. The group consists of Charles Bissell (guitar/vocals), brothers Greg Whelan (guitar) and Kevin Whelan (bass/vocals), and Jerry MacDonald (drums). They have released three albums so far, although a combination of problems with their former record label and having to fit in writing and recording with the daily pressures of home life and full-time jobs means that only one album has been released since 1996.
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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!
Got the lyrics elsewhere; some of them sound a little off.
The recurring riff is just a C to a B and then two Cs.
G F
For lock me in, tied to work
Am C
Cutting diamonds, cutting diamonds
G F
100 days with no pay
Am
Not anymore
G F
Cause I'm caught I can't type
Am C
I can't temp I'm way past college
G F
No ways out, No back doors
C
Not anymore
G F
But then once a while
C Am
We'll play a show that makes it worthwhile
G F
Our sights set low
C G
As Jerry squares off the set here we go
Am C/B C G F C
But... this boy is exhausted
Eight hours long, a single song
Come to this: triple guessing
Double down, a V.P.'s faith is one single long
Cause I can't write what I know
It's not worth writing
I can't tell a hit from hell one sing-along
But then Greg plugs in
A treble checking that says we might win
Hell's Henry pearls
The woven strap wins the Galloway girls
But...
But then Kev jumps in
And hits the floor as the stick hits the rim
I guess we're done
Cause every win on this record's hard won
But...
The recurring riff is just a C to a B and then two Cs.
G F
For lock me in, tied to work
Am C
Cutting diamonds, cutting diamonds
G F
100 days with no pay
Am
Not anymore
G F
Cause I'm caught I can't type
Am C
I can't temp I'm way past college
G F
No ways out, No back doors
C
Not anymore
G F
But then once a while
C Am
We'll play a show that makes it worthwhile
G F
Our sights set low
C G
As Jerry squares off the set here we go
Am C/B C G F C
But... this boy is exhausted
Eight hours long, a single song
Come to this: triple guessing
Double down, a V.P.'s faith is one single long
Cause I can't write what I know
It's not worth writing
I can't tell a hit from hell one sing-along
But then Greg plugs in
A treble checking that says we might win
Hell's Henry pearls
The woven strap wins the Galloway girls
But...
But then Kev jumps in
And hits the floor as the stick hits the rim
I guess we're done
Cause every win on this record's hard won
But...
The Young Romans
The Young Veins
The Youngbloods
The Zen Circus
The Zombies