Biografia:
Tim Van Tol, some have called him the Dutch equivalent, some have called him an alcoholic, others have just called him Tim.
Either way he is a very talented guy, distinctively gruff voice over catchy acoustic guitar, songs about being broke, getting drunk, and not giving up on hope.
www.myspace.com/timvantol
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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!
Listen to the song for the strumming pattern
Intro
A - A - F#/D - A
Verse 1
A
I got something that belongs to you.
F#
And it's stuck here for so goddamn long, I don't give a fuck.
But it starts to swell while my grin hardly covers it up.
A
I sleep on my side at night
and every time I turn, yeah every time I turn
F#
I see the time is passing by.
D Em A
You'd better pick it up, it's about time.
A
I know I never said too much.
F#
I started to doubt when it all was said and done.
I know I've said enough.
D
And I wonder why it takes so goddamn long.
Em F#
A dirty wound won't heal till you clean it up.
D Em A
The scars will fade, so let's move on.
Chorus
D Em A D
And it doesn't take much of an effort, to fuck it up once more.
A Em A
But it's a hell of a job, to apologize for.
(Play like Intro)
Verse 2
I sleep on my side at night
and every time I turn, yeah every time I turn
I see the time is passing by.
I'd better clear things up, 'fore I'm out of time.
I know I'd never said a lot.
I started to doubt when it all was said and done.
I know I haven't said enough.
And I'm sorry that it takes so goddamn long.
A dirty wound won't heal till you clean it up.
Scars will stay, but let's move on.
Chorus
Intro 2x
Chorus
Enjoy! Support the musicians!
Intro
A - A - F#/D - A
Verse 1
A
I got something that belongs to you.
F#
And it's stuck here for so goddamn long, I don't give a fuck.
But it starts to swell while my grin hardly covers it up.
A
I sleep on my side at night
and every time I turn, yeah every time I turn
F#
I see the time is passing by.
D Em A
You'd better pick it up, it's about time.
A
I know I never said too much.
F#
I started to doubt when it all was said and done.
I know I've said enough.
D
And I wonder why it takes so goddamn long.
Em F#
A dirty wound won't heal till you clean it up.
D Em A
The scars will fade, so let's move on.
Chorus
D Em A D
And it doesn't take much of an effort, to fuck it up once more.
A Em A
But it's a hell of a job, to apologize for.
(Play like Intro)
Verse 2
I sleep on my side at night
and every time I turn, yeah every time I turn
I see the time is passing by.
I'd better clear things up, 'fore I'm out of time.
I know I'd never said a lot.
I started to doubt when it all was said and done.
I know I haven't said enough.
And I'm sorry that it takes so goddamn long.
A dirty wound won't heal till you clean it up.
Scars will stay, but let's move on.
Chorus
Intro 2x
Chorus
Enjoy! Support the musicians!
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