Biografia:
Bowerbirds é um trio estadunidense conduzido pelo violão clássico de Phil Moore e acompanhado por Beth Tacular (acordeão, vocais) e Mark Paulson (violino, vocais, teclado). Com o nome fazendo referência a um belo pássaro encontrado na Oceania, produzem um som extremamente delicado e relaxante, mistura vários elementos, formando músicas únicas. Chega perto de uma mistura de Devendra Banhart, Page France e The Decemberists, um pop folk inusitado.
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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!
[Verse 1]
Cm7 Gdim/Bb Fm6
The room calls to me, says we're all strung out
Ab G7 Cm7
(And the beat we both stomp on the floor)
Eb C7 Fm
While outside the leopard frogs sing sweetly
Ab G7 Cm7
These are the hymns that today we've ignored
Cm7 Ab Cm7 Ab
And all across the desert, and all up in the mountains:
Cm7 Bb7 Ab Bb9
A wind so loud that we might never mention
[Verse 2]
Cm7 Gdim/Bb Fm6
And heres to my lovers hands and feet
Ab G7 Cm7
They are the roots that will weave through the floor
Eb C7 Fm6
And down in the dirt, in her wandering
Ab G7 Cm7
Find the snail to give us breath, to give us words
Cm7 Ab Cm7 Ab
He asks us for our patience, he asks us for our patience
Cm7 Bb7 Ab Bb9
And he asks us what we have done for our souls lately
[Chorus]
Eb Ab Fm Eb Ab
Down by the bur oak tree, I had lost your locket in the loam
Eb Ab Fm Eb Ab
And there fell to my knees, neath the coil and the brush of the fern
[instrumental]
Cm9 G Bb Bb7
[Verse 3]
Cm7 Gdim/Bb Fm6
The candles light dances across the table
Ab G7 Cm7
And will burn at the tip of my pen
Eb C7 Fm6
And lures all the moths into the kitchen
Ab G7 Cm7
To spin tales and bend truths through the evening
Cm7 Ab Cm7 Ab
And scribe for them their stories; we scribe for them their stories
Cm7 Bb7 Ab Bb9
While they wax and wax of their lives in the country
[Chorus]
Eb Ab Fm Eb Ab
Down by the bur oak tree, I had lost your locket in the loam
Eb Ab Fm Eb Ab
And there fell to my knees, neath the coil and the brush of the fern
Cm7 Gdim/Bb Fm6
The room calls to me, says we're all strung out
Ab G7 Cm7
(And the beat we both stomp on the floor)
Eb C7 Fm
While outside the leopard frogs sing sweetly
Ab G7 Cm7
These are the hymns that today we've ignored
Cm7 Ab Cm7 Ab
And all across the desert, and all up in the mountains:
Cm7 Bb7 Ab Bb9
A wind so loud that we might never mention
[Verse 2]
Cm7 Gdim/Bb Fm6
And heres to my lovers hands and feet
Ab G7 Cm7
They are the roots that will weave through the floor
Eb C7 Fm6
And down in the dirt, in her wandering
Ab G7 Cm7
Find the snail to give us breath, to give us words
Cm7 Ab Cm7 Ab
He asks us for our patience, he asks us for our patience
Cm7 Bb7 Ab Bb9
And he asks us what we have done for our souls lately
[Chorus]
Eb Ab Fm Eb Ab
Down by the bur oak tree, I had lost your locket in the loam
Eb Ab Fm Eb Ab
And there fell to my knees, neath the coil and the brush of the fern
[instrumental]
Cm9 G Bb Bb7
[Verse 3]
Cm7 Gdim/Bb Fm6
The candles light dances across the table
Ab G7 Cm7
And will burn at the tip of my pen
Eb C7 Fm6
And lures all the moths into the kitchen
Ab G7 Cm7
To spin tales and bend truths through the evening
Cm7 Ab Cm7 Ab
And scribe for them their stories; we scribe for them their stories
Cm7 Bb7 Ab Bb9
While they wax and wax of their lives in the country
[Chorus]
Eb Ab Fm Eb Ab
Down by the bur oak tree, I had lost your locket in the loam
Eb Ab Fm Eb Ab
And there fell to my knees, neath the coil and the brush of the fern
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