Biografia:
Born in Haywards Heath, West Sussex, England, Anderson spent much of his childhood playing sports and practicing hair styles.
In his teens, Anderson played guitar for garage bands such as The Pigs and Geoff, the latter featuring future Suede bassist Mat Osman. In the late-1980s, Anderson and Osman formed Suede with Anderson's girlfriend, Justine Frischmann, soon recruiting guitarist Bernard Butler through an advertisement in the NME. After receiving percussional help from former Smiths drummer Mike Joyce
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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!
Main Riff
C#
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C# (main riff)
Outside the wind is raging
Blowing the wheatfields all away
And now the game is changing
And now the rules are thrown away
B
And the cards are turning
G#m
And my mouth is dry
E
As her dress is falling
F#
Before my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
C#
C#
And now the hands are turning
And now the clocks are changing
Beauty is on the matress
Left in the patterns from her skin
And her clothes are falling
And her dress's mine
And her skin is holy
Like the sky, the sky, the sky
And our clothes are falling
And our mouths are dry
And our skin is falling
Like the sky, the sky, the sky
Outside the wind is raging
Blowing the wheatfields all away
And now the game is changing
And now the rules are thrown away
And now the rules are thrown away
And now the rules are thrown away
Away
C#
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--2--2--2--2--2--|
-1--1--1--1------|
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C# (main riff)
Outside the wind is raging
Blowing the wheatfields all away
And now the game is changing
And now the rules are thrown away
B
And the cards are turning
G#m
And my mouth is dry
E
As her dress is falling
F#
Before my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
C#
C#
And now the hands are turning
And now the clocks are changing
Beauty is on the matress
Left in the patterns from her skin
And her clothes are falling
And her dress's mine
And her skin is holy
Like the sky, the sky, the sky
And our clothes are falling
And our mouths are dry
And our skin is falling
Like the sky, the sky, the sky
Outside the wind is raging
Blowing the wheatfields all away
And now the game is changing
And now the rules are thrown away
And now the rules are thrown away
And now the rules are thrown away
Away
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