Biografia:
The Police é uma banda inglesa de pop rock formada em meados da década de 1970, com influência dos gêneros new wave,punk rock e reggae. Liderado pelo baixista e vocalista Sting, contava ainda com o baterista Stewart Copeland e o guitarrista Andy Summers. Na década de 1980 tornou-se uma banda cultuada por um grande público e lançou grandes sucessos na mídia, como Roxanne e Every Breath You Take.
The Police foi formado pelo baterista Stewart Copeland em meados de 1977
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Outras músicas:
- Bombs Away
- Bring On The Night
- Can't Stand Losing You
- De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
- Dead End Job
- Dont Stand So Close To Me
- Every Breath You Take
- Invisible Sun
- King Of Pain
- Landlord
- Message In A Bottle
- Miss Gradenko
- Next To You
- Roxanne
- So Lonely
- Tea In The Sahara
- Truth Hits Everybody
- Walking On The Moon
- Wrapped Around Your Finger
- Born In The 50S
- Canary In A Coalmine
- Cant Stand Losing You
- Contact
- Deathwish
- Does Everyone Stare
- Driven To Tears
- Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
- I Burn For You
- Im Sorry Babe
- Its Alright For You
- Man In A Suitcase
- No Time This Time
- On Any Other Day
- One World Not Three
- Peanuts
- Someone To Talk To
- Synchronicity Ii
- The Beds Too Big Without You
- Truth Hits Everyody
- When The World Is Running Down
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Date: Fri, 25 Oct 1996 11:40:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sacha Mallais
Subject: CRD: "On Any Other Day" by The Police
Play in the standard reggae-esque Police rhythm.
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On Any Other Day by The Police
A A A A
Theres a house on my street, and it looks real neat.
F F
I'm the chap who lives in it.
Theres a tree on the sidewalk, theres a car by the door.
I'll go for a drive in it.
And when the wombat (??) comes, he will find me gone.
He'll look for a place to sit.
Chorus I:
G C A D G
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs.
C A D G
The dog's just bit my leg.
C A D G
My teen-aged daughter ran away.
C A D A
My fine young son has turned out gay.
Cut up my fingers in the door of my car.
How could I do it?
My wife is proud to tell me of her love affairs.
How could she do this to me?
Chorus I
Chorus II:
A G E B/A A G E B/A
And it would be OK on any other day. X2
Throw down the morning papers, and spill my tea.
I don't know whats wrong with me.
The cups and plates are in a conspiracy.
I'm covered in misery.
Chorus I
Chorus II X4 (w/ Chipmunk-like voice: "Happy birthday dear daddy")
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Sacha Michel Mallais [email protected]
http://www.global-village.net/sacha
The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
#
Date: Fri, 25 Oct 1996 11:40:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sacha Mallais
Subject: CRD: "On Any Other Day" by The Police
Play in the standard reggae-esque Police rhythm.
---------8<-------------8<--------------8<---------------------
On Any Other Day by The Police
A A A A
Theres a house on my street, and it looks real neat.
F F
I'm the chap who lives in it.
Theres a tree on the sidewalk, theres a car by the door.
I'll go for a drive in it.
And when the wombat (??) comes, he will find me gone.
He'll look for a place to sit.
Chorus I:
G C A D G
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs.
C A D G
The dog's just bit my leg.
C A D G
My teen-aged daughter ran away.
C A D A
My fine young son has turned out gay.
Cut up my fingers in the door of my car.
How could I do it?
My wife is proud to tell me of her love affairs.
How could she do this to me?
Chorus I
Chorus II:
A G E B/A A G E B/A
And it would be OK on any other day. X2
Throw down the morning papers, and spill my tea.
I don't know whats wrong with me.
The cups and plates are in a conspiracy.
I'm covered in misery.
Chorus I
Chorus II X4 (w/ Chipmunk-like voice: "Happy birthday dear daddy")
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Sacha Michel Mallais [email protected]
http://www.global-village.net/sacha
The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.
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