Biografia:
The Smiths foi uma banda de rock inglesa formada em Manchester nos anos 80. Morrissey e Marr, uma das duplas mais famosas do pop britânico e quem sabe do mundial. Juntos montaram uma das mais importantes bandas dos anos 80. Anos depois quando o sucesso estava cada vez maior, separaram-se, deixando uma legião de órfãos por todos os lados.
Sinteticamente esta é a história dos Smiths.
Simples como o nome da banda.
Os Smiths influenciaram uma geração de novas bandas inglesas.
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Outras músicas:
- A Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours
- Ask
- Asleep
- Bigmouth Strikes Again
- Cemetery Gates
- Frankly Mr. Shankly
- Girlfriend In A Coma
- Hand In Glove
- Heaven Know I'm Miserable Now (alternative)
- Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
- Heaven Knows Im Miserable Now
- How Soon Is Now
- How Soon Is Now (charmed Theme)
- I Know Its Over
- Paint A Vulgar Picture
- Panic
- Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
- Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want (alt Ver)
- Pretty Girls Make Graves
- Reel Around The Fountain
- Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others
- Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before
- There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
- There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
- There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (easier Key)
- This Charming Man
- What Difference Does It Make
- Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now
- Please, Please, Please
- Stretch Out And Wait
- Accept Yourself
- Cemetry Gates
- Death Of A Disco Dancer
- Frankly Mr Shankly
- Girl Afraid
- Golden Lights
- Half A Person
- Headmaster Ritual
- I Dont Owe You Anything
- I Started Something
- I Want The One I Cant Have
- I Wont Share You
- Is It Really So Strange
- Jeane
- Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me
- Margaret On The Guillotine
- Meat Is Murder
- Money Changes Everything
- Never Had No One Ever
- Nowhere Fast
- Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
- Rubber Ring
- Rusholme Ruffians
- Shakespeares Sister
- Sheila Take A Bow
- Shelia Take A Bow
- Shoplifters Of The World Unite
- Still Ill
- Stop Me If You Think Youve Heard This One Before
- Suffer Little Children
- Sweet And Tender Hooligan
- That Joke Isnt Funny Anymore
- The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
- The Headmaster Ritual
- The Queen Is Dead
- These Things Take Time
- This Night Has Opened My Eyes
- Unhappy Birthday
- Unloveable
- Vicar In A Tutu
- Well I Wonder
- What Do You See In Him
- What She Said
- William It Was Really Nothing
- Wonderful Woman
- Work Is A Four Letter Word
- You Just Havent Earned It Yet Baby
- Youve Got Everything Now
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!
intro: C- D - G - Gmaj7
C- D - G - Gmaj7
C - C - C- C
C - D- G
G G
A dreaded sunny day
G C
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
C D Em -Bm - C - D
Keats and Yeats are on your side
G G
A dreaded sunny day
G C
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
C D Em -Bm - C
Keats and Yeats are on your side
C D G
While Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now
With the loves and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived and then they died
Seems so unfair
And I want to cry
Bm G
You say ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn
Bm G
And you claim these words as your own
C D
But I've read well and I've heard them said
Em F6
A hundred times maybe less maybe more
If you must write prose and poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take on loans
There's always someone somewhere
With a big nose who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall
You say ere long done do does did
Words which could only be your own
And then you then produce the text
From whence was ripped some dizzy whore 1
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetery gates
Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
But you lose because Wilde is on mine
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