Biografia:
Foxboro Hot Tubs é um projeto paralelo de rock de garagem da banda de punk rock americana Green Day, que conta com os mesmos integrantes, bem como Kevin Preston dos Prima Donna na guitarra. O som assemelha-se a rock clássico dos anos 60.
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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!
Highway 1, tb by whatsername - www.whatsername.at
Intro one, two – a one, two three, four you doing it fucking wrong
Verse1
B D E A B I´m on A midnight dead trip
I'm on a mission from God.
A stolen car and a death wish.
To hell on Highway 1
Chorus
E
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
E B B
I'm gonna fly til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
E
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
F#
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
G A
I'm al--ive!!!
Verse2
B D E A B
As the wind comes off the ocean.
And my hair is combed just right.
I'm in a stolen locomotion.
Straight out of 1965.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my friends and a shark skin jacket.
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die.
I'm al—ive, Whoo!!
Guitar Solo 4x verse theme B D E A B
Verse3
B D E A B
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
B D E A B C'mon!
B D E A B Hahaha!
2x B D E A B
Intro one, two – a one, two three, four you doing it fucking wrong
Verse1
B D E A B I´m on A midnight dead trip
I'm on a mission from God.
A stolen car and a death wish.
To hell on Highway 1
Chorus
E
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
E B B
I'm gonna fly til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
E
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
F#
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
G A
I'm al--ive!!!
Verse2
B D E A B
As the wind comes off the ocean.
And my hair is combed just right.
I'm in a stolen locomotion.
Straight out of 1965.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my friends and a shark skin jacket.
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die.
I'm al—ive, Whoo!!
Guitar Solo 4x verse theme B D E A B
Verse3
B D E A B
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
B D E A B C'mon!
B D E A B Hahaha!
2x B D E A B
Foxygen
Fozzy
FPC Cola Worship
FR
Fr Frank Anderse (...)
Frally Hynes
Frameless
Fran Drescher
Fran Healy
Fran Jeffries