Biografia:
Os Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution (geralmente abreviado para BOTAR) são uma banda acústica criada por Tomas Kalnoky. Muitas vezes vistos como precursores para os Streetlight Manifesto, os BOTAR são reconhecidos como sendo um projecto paralelo. 2001 marca o lançamento do seu único disco até à data, "A Call To Arms". Com 5 canções, incluíndo uma versão revista da canção "Dear Sergio" dos Catch 22, e da futura canção dos Streetlight Manifesto "Here's To Life", esta edição como que marca uma fase de transição para Kalnoky.
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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!
Intro
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Am Am G F E
Am E
*Horn Part A*
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How did Camus really die that night?
E Am
Were they right? When he died was it really his time, or was it suicide?
Am
And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine
E Am
We go drinking from time to time, and I find it gets harder every time.
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am E
Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
Am E
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Am E
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
F E
I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win
Am E Am
*Horn Solo*
Am
Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
E Am
And I find it gets harder every time.
Am
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two,
E Am
And sighed: Here’s to Life!
Am Am G F E
Am E
*Horn Part A*
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am E
Three went down (but only two of them come up again)
Am E
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Am E
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
F E
I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win
Am C
Hey there Salinger, what did you do?
G Am
Just when the world was looking at you
Am C
To write anything that meant anything,
G Am
You told us you were through
Am C
And it’s been years since you passed away,
G Am
But I see no plaque, and I see no grave
Am C G Am
And I can’t help believing you wanted it that way
Am C
And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?
G Am
You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep
Am C
And who was there to break your fall?
G Am
We’re guilty, one and all
Am C
And I don’t know much, but I do know this:
G Am
With a golden heart comes a rebel fist
Am C G
And every single soldier wasn’t fired;
Some have quit
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am Am G F E
Am E
*Horn Part A*
Am
And it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this
E Am
And I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did
Am
And K.D.C., you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line
E Am
At suicide, so here’s to life
Am E Am E
*Outro*
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Am Am G F E
Am E
*Horn Part A*
Am
How did Camus really die that night?
E Am
Were they right? When he died was it really his time, or was it suicide?
Am
And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine
E Am
We go drinking from time to time, and I find it gets harder every time.
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am E
Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
Am E
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Am E
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
F E
I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win
Am E Am
*Horn Solo*
Am
Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
E Am
And I find it gets harder every time.
Am
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two,
E Am
And sighed: Here’s to Life!
Am Am G F E
Am E
*Horn Part A*
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am E
Three went down (but only two of them come up again)
Am E
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Am E
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
F E
I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win
Am C
Hey there Salinger, what did you do?
G Am
Just when the world was looking at you
Am C
To write anything that meant anything,
G Am
You told us you were through
Am C
And it’s been years since you passed away,
G Am
But I see no plaque, and I see no grave
Am C G Am
And I can’t help believing you wanted it that way
Am C
And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?
G Am
You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep
Am C
And who was there to break your fall?
G Am
We’re guilty, one and all
Am C
And I don’t know much, but I do know this:
G Am
With a golden heart comes a rebel fist
Am C G
And every single soldier wasn’t fired;
Some have quit
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am Am G F E
Am E
*Horn Part A*
Am
And it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this
E Am
And I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did
Am
And K.D.C., you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line
E Am
At suicide, so here’s to life
Am E Am E
*Outro*
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