Biografia:
Dear Landlord are a punk rock band from Carbondale, Illinois. Bordering on super-group status with members of Illinois power-pop masterminds the Copyrights- Adam (bass/vocals) and Brett (guitar/vocals), and Minneapolis Weasel-worshippers Rivethead- Brad (drums/lyrics) and Zack (guitar/vocals) they carry the torch high, burning brightest when they step to the mic together for anthemic choruses cut by snotty leads and broken wrists flying at breakneck speeds.
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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!
[Intro]
A E F# E D E
[Verse 1]
A
She talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well
N.C.
Smokes my cigarette just like it's her last
A
All kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me
D E
And it echoes back under the overpass downtown
A G#
She likes to watch the sun come up
F# D
But looks like she don't care if it ever does
A G# F# D
Says it almost always looks the same
A G#
Screwing up her face she laughs
F# D
Like her left eye ain't still black or anything
A G# F# F
I think that's why I like her anyway
[Chorus]
A E
One more night to kill, days that leave us still
F# D
Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
A E
She shakes like anyone strung out, she's almost done
F# D
Hoping for something else less like this living
[Solo]
A E F# D
A E F#
E D E D
[Verse 2]
A E
All I got is what you see
F# D
A beat up face and a world full of enemies
A E
Tying off her arm she jokes
F# D
I'd trade this all for one more hit of dope
A G# F#
It's easy when you're high as this and drunk as shit
D
To make it another day
A G# F# F
I think that's why I'm still here anyway
[Chorus]
A E
One more night to kill, days that leave us still
F# D
Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
A E
She shakes like anyone strung out, she's almost done
F# D
Hoping for something else less like this living
[Outro]
A G# F# D
It sure gets fucking lonely living like the only way to go is out
A
A E F# E D E
[Verse 1]
A
She talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well
N.C.
Smokes my cigarette just like it's her last
A
All kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me
D E
And it echoes back under the overpass downtown
A G#
She likes to watch the sun come up
F# D
But looks like she don't care if it ever does
A G# F# D
Says it almost always looks the same
A G#
Screwing up her face she laughs
F# D
Like her left eye ain't still black or anything
A G# F# F
I think that's why I like her anyway
[Chorus]
A E
One more night to kill, days that leave us still
F# D
Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
A E
She shakes like anyone strung out, she's almost done
F# D
Hoping for something else less like this living
[Solo]
A E F# D
A E F#
E D E D
[Verse 2]
A E
All I got is what you see
F# D
A beat up face and a world full of enemies
A E
Tying off her arm she jokes
F# D
I'd trade this all for one more hit of dope
A G# F#
It's easy when you're high as this and drunk as shit
D
To make it another day
A G# F# F
I think that's why I'm still here anyway
[Chorus]
A E
One more night to kill, days that leave us still
F# D
Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
A E
She shakes like anyone strung out, she's almost done
F# D
Hoping for something else less like this living
[Outro]
A G# F# D
It sure gets fucking lonely living like the only way to go is out
A
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