Biografia:
“Here’s to tonic, here’s to gin, here’s to sparks and here’s to gasoline…” You’re The Radio
We are lucky to have musicians like Thea Gilmore, musicians that want more from themselves and more from music than some pre-formed, whistle-friendly cud, something to chew on but never fully digest. In an age where artists – male and female – tend to be either hyper-sexualised or completely neutered, Gilmore is that rare creature, an actual adult with a heart and a soul, a grown up with an opinion.
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Outras músicas:
- Avalanche
- Brother Can You Spare A Dime
- Coming Back To You
- Concrete
- Contessa
- Dance In New York
- Glistening Bay
- Have You Heard
- Hide N Seeking
- Icarus Wind
- If You Miss Me At The Back Of The Bus
- Inverigo
- Josefs Train
- London
- My Own Private Riot
- Old Soul
- Play Until The Bottles Gone
- Rise
- Rosie
- Song No 4
- Thatll Be Christmas
- The List
- The Lower Road
- Youre The Radio
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!
Capo 5. Chords are standard except G* below:
G*
e|--3-----|
B|--------|
G|--------|
D|--------|
A|-2------|
E|-2------|
Em C
November in a rainstorm, the truest truth I ever heard
D B7
The sound of babies crying in a hospital ward
Em C
Oh, like a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the concrete floor
D B7 C
Names, and dates, and faces I really can't remember anymore
Em C
We could hardly tell the difference between one year and another
D B7
Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding skins of lovers
Em C
And, I grew up with magic; free and wild as bindweed
D B7 C
Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the concrete
G G* Em
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon
B7 C Em
And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from
Em C
Sentimental tango when I was just fourteen
D B7
I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the screen
Em C
Oh, bullied and belittled, until the sun set in the concrete
D B7 C
I wore my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for Halloween
Em C
We could hardly tell the difference between the shouting and the quiet
D B7
It was the path of least resistance to stage my own private riot
Em C
And the walls tumbled like Babel, down around my feet
D B7 C
Rhyme came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete
G G* Em
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon
B7 C Em
I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from
Em C
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she loves her silence more
D B7
Found a better example of what hearts and tongues are for
Em C
There is truth in your arm's love, there is truth in this song
D B7 C
There is truth in the concrete and the nails that our lives are built upon
G*
e|--3-----|
B|--------|
G|--------|
D|--------|
A|-2------|
E|-2------|
Em C
November in a rainstorm, the truest truth I ever heard
D B7
The sound of babies crying in a hospital ward
Em C
Oh, like a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the concrete floor
D B7 C
Names, and dates, and faces I really can't remember anymore
Em C
We could hardly tell the difference between one year and another
D B7
Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding skins of lovers
Em C
And, I grew up with magic; free and wild as bindweed
D B7 C
Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the concrete
G G* Em
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon
B7 C Em
And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from
Em C
Sentimental tango when I was just fourteen
D B7
I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the screen
Em C
Oh, bullied and belittled, until the sun set in the concrete
D B7 C
I wore my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for Halloween
Em C
We could hardly tell the difference between the shouting and the quiet
D B7
It was the path of least resistance to stage my own private riot
Em C
And the walls tumbled like Babel, down around my feet
D B7 C
Rhyme came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete
G G* Em
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon
B7 C Em
I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from
Em C
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she loves her silence more
D B7
Found a better example of what hearts and tongues are for
Em C
There is truth in your arm's love, there is truth in this song
D B7 C
There is truth in the concrete and the nails that our lives are built upon
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