Biografia:
Emmy the Great é uma cantora e compositora nascida em Honk Kong, que vive em Londres, conhecida pelas suas letras evocativas e reflexivas e pelo seu jeito inventivo de rimar. Parte da cena anti-folk, ela já trabalhou com vários outros artistas, como Fyfe Dangerfield, Jeremy Warmsley and Lightspeed Champion, Martha Wainwright, Mystery Jets, Tilly and the Wall, Jamie T, Euros Childs e Kimya Dawson.
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Outras músicas:
- Mahal Kita
- 24
- A Bowl Collecting Blood
- A Woman A Woman A Century Of Sleep
- Absentee
- Aiko
- Atoms
- Bad Things Coming We Are Safe
- Canopies And Grapes
- Cassandra
- Christmas Day I Wish I Was Surfing
- City Song
- Comic Books
- Dont Call Me Mrs Christmas
- Dylan
- Easter Parade
- Eastern Maria
- Edward Is Deadward
- Edward Is Dedward
- Everything Reminds Me Of You
- Exit Night Juliets Theme
- First Love
- Gabriel
- Hold On
- Hypotists Son
- Mia
- My Party Is Better Than Yours
- On The Museum Island
- Paper Forest In The Afterglow Of Rapture
- Paper Trails
- Phoenixes
- See You Next Year
- Short Country Song
- Swimming Pool
- The Hypnotists Son
- The Woods
- Trellick Tower
- Two Steps Forward
- War
- We Almost Had A Baby
- What Up
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!
It's almost there, enjoy.
D Bm
Home is where I thought I was,
G
I must have been asleep,
A D
I saw you picking fists of red and green,
Bm
And some of them you keep,
G
And some you throw away,
G
You always were a waste,
A
You take more than you need.
D
Now I'm,
Bm
Afraid to close my eyes,
G
The air is full of ice,
A D
Reminds me of the winter in your smile.
Bm
You looked for what was his,
G
Took what he would give,
G
Played 'til you were tired,
A
And when you'd had enough,
G A
You threw him out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush,
D Bm
When you were finished you know he was nobody else's to love,
G A
And I remember he told me every time you touched,
Your skin was like a bowl collecting blood.
D
I know he's gone,
Bm
I know he went away,
G
I know he couldn't take,
A D
The sight of all those bodies in your wake.
Bm
You're pretty like a snake,
G
You're pretty like the ground,
'cause once you pull them in,
A
You know they're never coming out,
So shake another hip,
D
And then you take another scalp.
G A
And they go out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush,
D Bm
When you were finished you know he was nobody else's to love,
G A
And I remember he told me every time you touched,
D
Your skin was like a bowl collecting blood.
D Bm
Home is where I thought I was,
G
I must have been asleep,
A D
I saw you picking fists of red and green,
Bm
And some of them you keep,
G
And some you throw away,
G
You always were a waste,
A
You take more than you need.
D
Now I'm,
Bm
Afraid to close my eyes,
G
The air is full of ice,
A D
Reminds me of the winter in your smile.
Bm
You looked for what was his,
G
Took what he would give,
G
Played 'til you were tired,
A
And when you'd had enough,
G A
You threw him out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush,
D Bm
When you were finished you know he was nobody else's to love,
G A
And I remember he told me every time you touched,
Your skin was like a bowl collecting blood.
D
I know he's gone,
Bm
I know he went away,
G
I know he couldn't take,
A D
The sight of all those bodies in your wake.
Bm
You're pretty like a snake,
G
You're pretty like the ground,
'cause once you pull them in,
A
You know they're never coming out,
So shake another hip,
D
And then you take another scalp.
G A
And they go out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush,
D Bm
When you were finished you know he was nobody else's to love,
G A
And I remember he told me every time you touched,
D
Your skin was like a bowl collecting blood.
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