Biografia:
FFS (uma abreviação de Franz Ferdinand e Sparks) é um supergrupo formado pela banda indie rock Franz Ferdinand e pela banda americana Sparks, que assinou com a gravadora Domino Recording Company. Sua formação foi anunciada em 9 de março de 2015, mas as duas bandas estavam gravando desde pelo menos meados dos anos 2000. O álbum de estúdio de estreia do grupo foi gravado no final de 2014 e lançado no Reino Unido em 8 de junho e nos EUA em 9 de junho de 2015, com o mesmo nome da Banda, FFS.
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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/chorus
D F#m
Collaborations don't work
G Gm E
They don't work, they don't work
D F#m
Collaborations don't work
G Gm E
They don't work, they don't work
D F#m
Collaborations don't work
G Gm E
They don't work, they don't work
G Gm D A
I'm gonna do it all by myse-elf
G Gm D A
I'm gonna do it all by myself
x2
A F
Mozart didn’t need a little hack to chart
A F
Warhol didn’t need to ask De Kooning about art
G E
Frank Lloyd Wright always ate à la carte
Am E
Wish I had been that smart
Am E
Wish I had been that smart
[Chorus]
D C A Am
A
Collaborations don't work
You start off deferential
A
And strangely reverential
You both feel it's essential
C
Collaborations don't work
He's eyeing your new lover
C
Then one night you discover
Them underneath your covers
Am
A
Collaborations don't work
Delaying your vacations
A
To sundrenched island nations
To seek some affirmations
C
Collaborations don't work
A colon or a comma
C
And then a drawn-out drama
Bring in the Dalai Lama
C
Where is this damn thing a-goin'?
C F C G
Where is this going, someone tell me
F C G
Starlight, rub off on me
F C G
Star bright, rub off on me
[x2]
D E C Eb
Dm Bm C Am
D E C Eb
I don't need your patronizing
Dm Bm C Am
I don't need your agonizing
D E C Eb
I don't need your navel gazing
Dm Bm C Am
I don't get your way of phrasing
D E C Eb
I don't think you're really trying
Dm Bm C Am
What, pray tell, are you implying?
Am F x2
Am F
I ain't no collaborator
Am F
I am the partisan
G E
Rebel in the rocks with dirty trousers, broken pistol in the hand
Am F
I ain't no collaborator
Am F
Hack my scalp if you think I am
G E
I am a sadistic young usurper, a hand on your neck
G E
Hand on your lover, oh, give the man a hand
Am E
I ain't no collaborator
A m E
I ain't no collaborator
F E
I am the master, independent
F G
If I ever need a father, it won't be you, old man
(chorus)
outro
C Em Am
C G Am
D F#m
Collaborations don't work
G Gm E
They don't work, they don't work
D F#m
Collaborations don't work
G Gm E
They don't work, they don't work
D F#m
Collaborations don't work
G Gm E
They don't work, they don't work
G Gm D A
I'm gonna do it all by myse-elf
G Gm D A
I'm gonna do it all by myself
x2
A F
Mozart didn’t need a little hack to chart
A F
Warhol didn’t need to ask De Kooning about art
G E
Frank Lloyd Wright always ate à la carte
Am E
Wish I had been that smart
Am E
Wish I had been that smart
[Chorus]
D C A Am
A
Collaborations don't work
You start off deferential
A
And strangely reverential
You both feel it's essential
C
Collaborations don't work
He's eyeing your new lover
C
Then one night you discover
Them underneath your covers
Am
A
Collaborations don't work
Delaying your vacations
A
To sundrenched island nations
To seek some affirmations
C
Collaborations don't work
A colon or a comma
C
And then a drawn-out drama
Bring in the Dalai Lama
C
Where is this damn thing a-goin'?
C F C G
Where is this going, someone tell me
F C G
Starlight, rub off on me
F C G
Star bright, rub off on me
[x2]
D E C Eb
Dm Bm C Am
D E C Eb
I don't need your patronizing
Dm Bm C Am
I don't need your agonizing
D E C Eb
I don't need your navel gazing
Dm Bm C Am
I don't get your way of phrasing
D E C Eb
I don't think you're really trying
Dm Bm C Am
What, pray tell, are you implying?
Am F x2
Am F
I ain't no collaborator
Am F
I am the partisan
G E
Rebel in the rocks with dirty trousers, broken pistol in the hand
Am F
I ain't no collaborator
Am F
Hack my scalp if you think I am
G E
I am a sadistic young usurper, a hand on your neck
G E
Hand on your lover, oh, give the man a hand
Am E
I ain't no collaborator
A m E
I ain't no collaborator
F E
I am the master, independent
F G
If I ever need a father, it won't be you, old man
(chorus)
outro
C Em Am
C G Am
Fiction Factory
Fiction Family
Fiction Plane
fictionist
Fiddlers Green
Fiena
Fiersa Besari
Fiery Blue
Fietsefreem
Fievre Looka