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!
Artist: Bowerbirds
Album: Hymns for a Dark Horse
Song: In Our Talons
Tabbed by: Hunter MacDermut
Bm Bm/G
A G F#7
Chorus:
GM7 A7
D Em (B, A) GM7 F#7
And the warblers sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!
And the sparrows sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!
Through the wheels, through the wheels on the interstate,
And hear no refrain.
And the beetles creep (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
On the crippled trees, (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
And they look down to where the soil must have been, wondering.
And no, youre not alone. No, my cousins, youre not alone.
Youre in our talons now, and were never letting go.
And the branches bend (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
To the growing sea. (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
And they ask, and they ask it to spread their seeds,
For they know theyre drowning.
And no, youre not alone. No, my cousins, youre not alone.
Youre in our talons now, and were never letting go.
Youre in our headlights, frozen, and no, were not stopping.
You may not believe, but even we were scared at first.
It takes a lot of nerve to destroy this wondrous earth.
Were only human; this at least weve learned.
Album: Hymns for a Dark Horse
Song: In Our Talons
Tabbed by: Hunter MacDermut
Bm Bm/G
A G F#7
Chorus:
GM7 A7
D Em (B, A) GM7 F#7
And the warblers sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!
And the sparrows sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!
Through the wheels, through the wheels on the interstate,
And hear no refrain.
And the beetles creep (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
On the crippled trees, (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
And they look down to where the soil must have been, wondering.
And no, youre not alone. No, my cousins, youre not alone.
Youre in our talons now, and were never letting go.
And the branches bend (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
To the growing sea. (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
And they ask, and they ask it to spread their seeds,
For they know theyre drowning.
And no, youre not alone. No, my cousins, youre not alone.
Youre in our talons now, and were never letting go.
Youre in our headlights, frozen, and no, were not stopping.
You may not believe, but even we were scared at first.
It takes a lot of nerve to destroy this wondrous earth.
Were only human; this at least weve learned.
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