Biografia:
Amen Dunes is the project of Damon McMahon, whose mix of folk, psychedelia, and atmospherics has drawn comparisons to Roky Erickson, Syd Barrett, Chris Knox, Suicide, and Royal Trux. A Philadelphia native and a former member of Inouk, McMahon issued an album under his own name, Mansions, in 2006. Later that same year he began recording as Amen Dunes, sequestering himself in a cabin in the Catskills and laying down songs that he never intended to release publicly.
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Em A
Throw the Satan fire, baby
G C
Long day
Em A
Power's something you believe in
G C
Something you gain
Em A
Nineteen I was king, so supreme
G C
Down to Judea
Em A
Memory don't mean much to me
G C C C
Still, don't go away
G A Em C
High up in the Hollywood hills, I'm barely awake
G A Em C
Got my arms around some clown who's barely awake
G A
Doesn't we look stupid now
Em C
Tears trickle down our face
G A C G
Pretend I light my first cigarette and drive down to L.A
G A C G
Pretend I light my first cigarette and drive down to L.A
G A
Some say fake it
C G
I don't know, man
G A
Just don't be taking
C G
Cool it down, baby
G A C G
I've been trying to make it for years and years and years
G A C G
Watch them years go by on fire
Em Am
Brother
Em Am
Yeah baby, I'd remember saying
Em G Am
All this time and barely know my life
Em G Am
And its all, it's all or nothing at all
Em G Am
How my baby been the years since I been through?
Em G Am
Got the feel so bad, I know you do too
Em G Am
Nobody needs to know if we show up on time
Em G Am
Come around early, what do you think, joke around?
Em G Am
She looked so pretty, cigarette in her mouth
Em G Am
She'd grown mature, man she filled out
Em G Am
Come on baby, you know I'm trying to cut it out
Em G Am
But you're so bad, I never put you down
Em G Am
But for a while I'm on my wake up
Em G Am
Em G Am
Em G Am
Blue eye hue like, miss you that's all
Em G Am
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
Throw the Satan fire, baby
G C
Long day
Em A
Power's something you believe in
G C
Something you gain
Em A
Nineteen I was king, so supreme
G C
Down to Judea
Em A
Memory don't mean much to me
G C C C
Still, don't go away
G A Em C
High up in the Hollywood hills, I'm barely awake
G A Em C
Got my arms around some clown who's barely awake
G A
Doesn't we look stupid now
Em C
Tears trickle down our face
G A C G
Pretend I light my first cigarette and drive down to L.A
G A C G
Pretend I light my first cigarette and drive down to L.A
G A
Some say fake it
C G
I don't know, man
G A
Just don't be taking
C G
Cool it down, baby
G A C G
I've been trying to make it for years and years and years
G A C G
Watch them years go by on fire
Em Am
Brother
Em Am
Yeah baby, I'd remember saying
Em G Am
All this time and barely know my life
Em G Am
And its all, it's all or nothing at all
Em G Am
How my baby been the years since I been through?
Em G Am
Got the feel so bad, I know you do too
Em G Am
Nobody needs to know if we show up on time
Em G Am
Come around early, what do you think, joke around?
Em G Am
She looked so pretty, cigarette in her mouth
Em G Am
She'd grown mature, man she filled out
Em G Am
Come on baby, you know I'm trying to cut it out
Em G Am
But you're so bad, I never put you down
Em G Am
But for a while I'm on my wake up
Em G Am
Em G Am
Em G Am
Blue eye hue like, miss you that's all
Em G Am
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
Stop it your way
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