Biografia:
The Shins é um grupo de indie rock formado pelo cantor e guitarrista James Russell Mercer, pelo tecladista e guitarrista Martin Crandall, pelo baixista Dave Hernandez, e pelo baterista Jesse Sandoval.
A banda começou em 1997 na cidade de Albuquerque, Novo México como um projeto paralelo de Mercer e Neal Langford, que tocavam em um conjunto chamado Flake. Em 1999, o Flake (que nesse momento já se chamava Flake Music) acabou e todos os seus membros foram para os Shins (nome de uma família fictícia de The Music Man
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Outras músicas:
- 40 Mark Strasse
- A Comet Appears
- Austrailia
- Bait And Switch
- For A Fool
- Girl On The Wing
- It's Only Life
- Kissing The Lipless
- New Slang
- Phantom Limb
- Pink Bullets
- Port Of Morrow
- September
- Simple Song
- Sleeping Lessons
- So Now What
- Australia
- Saint Simon
- A Call To Apathity
- Breathe
- Caring Is Creepy
- Celebate Life
- Celibate Life
- Cherry Hearts
- Dead Alive
- Eating Styes From Elephant Eyes
- Eating Styes From Elephants Eyes
- Fall Of 82
- Fantasy Island
- Fighting In A Sack
- Flake Music
- Girl Inform Me
- Gone For Good
- Half A Million
- Heartworms
- Its Only Life
- Know Your Onion
- Mildenhall
- Mines Not A High Horse
- My Seventh Rib
- Name For You
- No Way Down
- Nothing At All
- One By One All Day
- Painting A Hole
- Pam Berry
- Pariah King
- Past And Pending
- Plenty Is Never Enough
- Pressed In A Book
- Red Rabbits
- Rubber Ballz
- Sea Legs
- So Says I
- Sphagnum Esplanade
- Spilt Needles
- Split Needles
- The Fear
- The Past And Pending
- The Past And The Pending
- The Rifles Spiral
- The Waltz Is Over
- Theyll Soon Discover
- Those Bold City Girls
- Those To Come
- Turn A Square
- Turn On Me
- We Will Become Silhouettes
- Weird Divide
- When I Goose Step
- Won One Too Many Fights
- Young Pilgrims
- Your Algebra
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!
Pink Bullets - The Shins
Capo III - Chords relative to capo
[Intro]
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
[Verse]
Em D A Em D A
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Em D A Em D A
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Em D A Em D A
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Em D A Em D A
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
[Chorus]
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to a brick sweet as a song
C D
the years have been short but the days were long
[Verse]
Em D A Em D A
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Em D A Em D A
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Em D A Em D A
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Em D A Em D A
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
[Chorus]
G D
Since then it's been a book
G
you read in reverse
D
so you understand less as the pages turn
G D F
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
C D
that even I could be the star
[Bridge]
C D F G
I dont look back much as a rule
C D F G
and all this way before murder is cool
C D G C
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
D
a warm light on a winter's day
[Instrumental]
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
[Chorus]
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to brick sweet as a song
C F
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
C
to loose kites falling from the sky
F C D
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
******************************
Without capo
[Intro]
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
[Verse]
Gm F C Gm F C
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Gm F C Gm F C
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Gm F C Gm F C
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Gm F C Gm F C
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
[Chorus]
A# F
Over the ramparts you tossed
A# F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
A# F G#
tied to a brick sweet as a song
D# F
the years have been short but the days were long
[Verse]
Gm F C Gm F C
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Gm F C Gm F C
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Gm F C Gm F C
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Gm F C Gm F C
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
[Chorus]
A# F
Since then it's been a book
A#
you read in reverse
F
so you understand less as the pages turn
A# F G#
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
D# F
that even I could be the star
[Bridge]
D# F G# A#
I dont look back much as a rule
D# F G# A#
and all this way before murder is cool
C# F A# D#
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
F
a warm light on a winter's day
[Instrumental]
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
[Chorus]
A# F
Over the ramparts you tossed
A# F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
A# F G#
tied to brick sweet as a song
D# G#
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
D#
to loose kites falling from the sky
G# D# A#
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
Capo III - Chords relative to capo
[Intro]
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
[Verse]
Em D A Em D A
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Em D A Em D A
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Em D A Em D A
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Em D A Em D A
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
[Chorus]
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to a brick sweet as a song
C D
the years have been short but the days were long
[Verse]
Em D A Em D A
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Em D A Em D A
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Em D A Em D A
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Em D A Em D A
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
[Chorus]
G D
Since then it's been a book
G
you read in reverse
D
so you understand less as the pages turn
G D F
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
C D
that even I could be the star
[Bridge]
C D F G
I dont look back much as a rule
C D F G
and all this way before murder is cool
C D G C
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
D
a warm light on a winter's day
[Instrumental]
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
Em D A
[Chorus]
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to brick sweet as a song
C F
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
C
to loose kites falling from the sky
F C D
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
******************************
Without capo
[Intro]
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
[Verse]
Gm F C Gm F C
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Gm F C Gm F C
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Gm F C Gm F C
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Gm F C Gm F C
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
[Chorus]
A# F
Over the ramparts you tossed
A# F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
A# F G#
tied to a brick sweet as a song
D# F
the years have been short but the days were long
[Verse]
Gm F C Gm F C
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Gm F C Gm F C
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Gm F C Gm F C
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Gm F C Gm F C
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
[Chorus]
A# F
Since then it's been a book
A#
you read in reverse
F
so you understand less as the pages turn
A# F G#
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
D# F
that even I could be the star
[Bridge]
D# F G# A#
I dont look back much as a rule
D# F G# A#
and all this way before murder is cool
C# F A# D#
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
F
a warm light on a winter's day
[Instrumental]
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
Gm F C
[Chorus]
A# F
Over the ramparts you tossed
A# F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
A# F G#
tied to brick sweet as a song
D# G#
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
D#
to loose kites falling from the sky
G# D# A#
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
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