Biografia:
Banda de indie rock de Kendal, Inglaterra
Wild Beasts são:
Hayden Thorpe - guitarra, voz
Ben Little - guitarra
Tom Fleming -baixo, voz
Chris Talbot - bateria, voz
Em 2002, Hayden Thorpe e Ben Little , estudantes da Queen Katherine School, formaram o duo Fauve , o termo francês para besta/animal selvagem (wild beast), e começaram a escrever canções originais. Em Janeiro de 2004 o baterista Chris Talbot , conhecido como "Bert" juntou-se-lhes e alterou o nome da banda para The Wild Beasts .
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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!
Playing this on ukulele w/capo so sorry if it's a bit off on guitar.
Intro:
F C F C
F
How can you pine anymore
C
it is beautiful
F C
and for all, unavoidable
F C
so here are his bones
F C
and his grinning skull
F C
so now he is home
F C
to the bluebottles
C Em Am F
Em F
He who was your bull
G F
and made the shadows run
C
And I understand
F C
in all things he was quite the man
F C
but now perched on his skull
F C
he wears cuckolds horns
F C
they're growing full
F C
pushing through the soil
Em F
pools gathering round my knees
G F
temptation leers at me from every door
F C
so these are his bones
Em F C
why won't you leave them alone?
Em F
worms crowding her feet
G F
trying to pull me back to their holes
Em F
tap-tapping in the room below
G F
nothing more than dead piles of bones
saying:
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heaaaaaaaart'
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em Am
with big black boots we stomp the roots
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em F
with big black boots we stomp the roof
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Am F
HEAVE-HO
G Am
HEAVE-HO
Intro:
F C F C
F
How can you pine anymore
C
it is beautiful
F C
and for all, unavoidable
F C
so here are his bones
F C
and his grinning skull
F C
so now he is home
F C
to the bluebottles
C Em Am F
Em F
He who was your bull
G F
and made the shadows run
C
And I understand
F C
in all things he was quite the man
F C
but now perched on his skull
F C
he wears cuckolds horns
F C
they're growing full
F C
pushing through the soil
Em F
pools gathering round my knees
G F
temptation leers at me from every door
F C
so these are his bones
Em F C
why won't you leave them alone?
Em F
worms crowding her feet
G F
trying to pull me back to their holes
Em F
tap-tapping in the room below
G F
nothing more than dead piles of bones
saying:
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heaaaaaaaart'
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em Am
with big black boots we stomp the roots
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em F
with big black boots we stomp the roof
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Am F
HEAVE-HO
G Am
HEAVE-HO
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