Biografia:
Chad VanGaalen (nascido em 1977) é um músico e artista canadense de Calgary, Alberta. A música indie é seu estilo principal.
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Outras músicas:
- After The Afterlife
- Bare Feet On Wet Griptape
- Blood Machine
- Bones Of Man
- City Of Electric Light
- Cries Of The Dead
- Do Not Fear
- Evil
- Graveyard
- Hangmans Son
- I Changed My Name
- Inside The Molecules
- Mini Tvs
- Molten Light
- Monster
- Old Man The Sea
- Pine And Clover
- Poisonous Heads
- Rabid Bits Of Time
- Sara
- Wandering Spirits
- Weighed Sin
- Weird Love
- Willow Tree
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]
C F C Am E F C (x1)
[Verse]
C F C
He was the hangman's son
Am E F C
Wouldn't crack a smile til' the deal was done
F C
He was the only one
Am E F C Em
Laughing as he sang that we all shall hang
Am C
Oh, have mercy
F C Em
On the demons that curse me
Am F
Oh, lay it on me
Em Am
When my time has come
F Am
And I don't have the sense to run
[Instrumental] ?2
C F C Am E F C
C F C
He was the hangman's son
Am E F C
He said every day's a curse and the curse just gets worse
F C
And now you're on the run
Am E F C C Em
You can smell his dirty work 'cause now you wear his shirt
Am C
You left in the night
F C Em
On your ten speed bicycle, well
Am C
It was a great beginning
F C Em
Yeah everyone was cheering for you
Am C
But now I stand on your grave
F C Em
With no nothing to say to you, but
Am C
I wonder how you breath
F Em Am
Buried deep in the ground
C F C Am E F C (x1)
[Verse]
C F C
He was the hangman's son
Am E F C
Wouldn't crack a smile til' the deal was done
F C
He was the only one
Am E F C Em
Laughing as he sang that we all shall hang
Am C
Oh, have mercy
F C Em
On the demons that curse me
Am F
Oh, lay it on me
Em Am
When my time has come
F Am
And I don't have the sense to run
[Instrumental] ?2
C F C Am E F C
C F C
He was the hangman's son
Am E F C
He said every day's a curse and the curse just gets worse
F C
And now you're on the run
Am E F C C Em
You can smell his dirty work 'cause now you wear his shirt
Am C
You left in the night
F C Em
On your ten speed bicycle, well
Am C
It was a great beginning
F C Em
Yeah everyone was cheering for you
Am C
But now I stand on your grave
F C Em
With no nothing to say to you, but
Am C
I wonder how you breath
F Em Am
Buried deep in the ground
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Chakuza
Chala Madre
Chalee Tennison
Chaleeda