Biografia:
Frog Eyes são uma banda de indie rock de Victoria, British Columbia no Canadá.
Banda
Carey Mercer - vocais, guitarra
Melanie Campbell - bateria (esposa de Carey Mercer)
Michael Rak
Ryan Beattie
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Outras músicas:
- A Flower In A Glove
- Claxxons Lament
- Crystal Blip
- Deaths Ship
- Dont Give Up Your Dreams
- I Aint Around Much
- Idle Songs
- Lear In Love
- Odettas War
- On A Finely Sewn Sleeve
- Rejoinders In A Storm
- Rip Down The Fences That Fence The Garden
- The Beat Is Down Four Wretched Singers Beyond Any World That You Have Known
- The Country Child
- The Sensitive Girls
- Two Girls One For Heaven And The Other One For Rome
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!
This is how I play the song! Suggestions and corrections welcome!
[Verse 1]
Em D
All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
Em D
And all the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar
C G
We're gonna riot on the streets today!
C G
Smash an apple on the face of the state:
[Chorus]
C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes
C D C D Em F#m
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
[Verse 2]
Em D
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
Em D
The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:
C G
Feed a fever as the five fevers rage
C G
Feed a fever and paginate your page!
[Chorus]
C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal
C D C D
Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full
C D C D
In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:
C D C D
The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!
Bm Am G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--9----7----5----4----0--2/-----------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Bridge]
Am Em
The country child culled an abundance of hay:
Am Em C
And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay!
Em C
I said it!
Em C
I said it!
Em C Em
I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------| x2
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
(I think this is the bass line... anyway it sounds pretty good to me!)
[Outro]
C Em C Em
You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son,
C Em C Em G
You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em
One writer is short of his daisies...
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------|
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1]
Em D
All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
Em D
And all the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar
C G
We're gonna riot on the streets today!
C G
Smash an apple on the face of the state:
[Chorus]
C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes
C D C D Em F#m
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
[Verse 2]
Em D
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
Em D
The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:
C G
Feed a fever as the five fevers rage
C G
Feed a fever and paginate your page!
[Chorus]
C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal
C D C D
Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full
C D C D
In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:
C D C D
The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!
Bm Am G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--9----7----5----4----0--2/-----------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Bridge]
Am Em
The country child culled an abundance of hay:
Am Em C
And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay!
Em C
I said it!
Em C
I said it!
Em C Em
I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------| x2
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
(I think this is the bass line... anyway it sounds pretty good to me!)
[Outro]
C Em C Em
You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son,
C Em C Em G
You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em
One writer is short of his daisies...
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------|
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
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