Biografia:
The Crookes é uma banda indie de Sheffield, Reino Unido. Embora nenhum de seus membros sejam nascidos nessa cidade, eles são todos estudantes na região.
A banda foi formada em 2008, e o nome se refere a uma estação em Sheffield onde alguns integrantes da banda se conheceram. Os membros são: Russell Bates, Daniel Hopewell, Tom Dakin e George Waite.
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Outras músicas:
- Yes, Yes, We’re Magicians
- A Colliers Wife
- Afterglow
- American Girls
- Backstreet Lovers
- Bloodshot Days
- Bright Young Things
- Chandelier Girls
- Chorus Of Fools
- Chours Of Fools Acoustic
- City Of Lights
- Collecting Skies
- Dont Put Your Faith In Me
- Echolalia
- Godless Girl
- Hold Fast
- I Love You Bridge
- I Wanna Waste My Time On You
- Just Like Dreamers
- Maybe In The Dark
- More Blitz Than Ritz
- Mrs Porter
- Outsiders
- Sal Paradise
- Sofie
- Somewhere Over The Bus Stop
- Tell England
- The Cooler King
- Two Drifters
- When Youre Fragile
- Yes Yes Were Magicians
- Youth
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!
[Verse 1]
A D E D A D
Each day’s the same ‘til I think that I hear your name in echolalia.
A D E D A D
And each time it hurts ‘cos I don’t know who said it first. Echolalia.
Bm D A E
And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade.
[Chorus]
D A F#m D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A E D A F#m D E
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
[Verse 2]
D E D A D
My mind’s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia.
A E
And I feel half-sane ‘til somebody goes and whispers your name
[Chorus]
D A F#m D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low,
A D
I’m still hearing echoes…
[Solo]
A F#m E D A F#m E D
[Bridge]
E
I should listen to what my Father says,
D
God knows I’ve made all of his mistakes.
E
Instead I’m making them all again
E
I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me,
D E
that those on the outside are born to be lonely.
D A D A D E
No they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me
[Chorus]
D E D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A E D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
E
Still hear those echoes
D E D
I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
A E D
Still hear those echoes come the low
A E D
I still hear those echoes come the low
(x2)
[Outro]
A E D E D A D
A D E D A D
Each day’s the same ‘til I think that I hear your name in echolalia.
A D E D A D
And each time it hurts ‘cos I don’t know who said it first. Echolalia.
Bm D A E
And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade.
[Chorus]
D A F#m D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A E D A F#m D E
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
[Verse 2]
D E D A D
My mind’s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia.
A E
And I feel half-sane ‘til somebody goes and whispers your name
[Chorus]
D A F#m D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low,
A D
I’m still hearing echoes…
[Solo]
A F#m E D A F#m E D
[Bridge]
E
I should listen to what my Father says,
D
God knows I’ve made all of his mistakes.
E
Instead I’m making them all again
E
I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me,
D E
that those on the outside are born to be lonely.
D A D A D E
No they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me
[Chorus]
D E D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A E D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
E
Still hear those echoes
D E D
I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A D A F#m D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
A E D
Still hear those echoes come the low
A E D
I still hear those echoes come the low
(x2)
[Outro]
A E D E D A D
The Feeling
The First Editio (...)
The Gaslight Ant (...)
The Goo Goo Doll (...)
The Grass Roots
The Pussycat Dol (...)
The Rembrandts
The Rezillos
The Romantics
The Scabs