Biografia:
Sunset Rubdown são uma banda de indie rock de Montreal, Canada. A banda começou como um projeto solo de Spencer Krug da banda Wolf Parade em julho de 2005. Posteriormente a banda incluiu Camilla Wynn Ingr (Pony Up!), Jordan Robson-Cramer (XY Lover, Miracle Fortress e Magic Weapon) e Michael Doerksen (Deep Sleepover).
Banda
Spencer Krug - vocais, teclados, guitarra
Camilla Wynn Ingr - vocais, percussão
Michael Doerksen - guitarra, bateria
Jordan Robson-Cramer - guitarra, bateria
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Outras músicas:
- Empty Threats Of Little Lord
- A Day In The Graveyard Ii
- Black Swan
- Dragons Lair
- For The Pier And Dead Shimmering
- I Know The Weight Of Your Throat
- Idiot Heart
- Im Sorry I Sang On Your Hands That Have Been In The Grave
- Jason Believe Me You Cant Trust Your Dreams
- Nightingale December Song
- Paper Lace
- Silver Moons
- Snakes Got A Leg Iii
- Stadiums And Shrines Ii
- Swimming
- The Men Are Called Horsemen There
- The Mending Of The Gown
- The Taming Of The Hands That Came Back To Life
- They Took A Vote And Said No
- Three Colours
- Three Colours Ii
- Us Ones In Between
- Winged Wicked Things
- You Go On Ahead Trumpet Trumpet Ii
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!
Dragon's Lair by Sunset Rubdown
tabbed by hendo
Surprisingly simple song. Great on keyboard
Intro (main riff throughout)
e---------------------------------------------------------0-|
B---------------------------------------------------------1-|
G---0-----0-------0---------------------------------------0-|
D-2---0-2---2---2---2-0-------0-2-3-2---------2-0---------2-|
A-----------------------3-2-----------3-0---0-----3-2-----3-|
E-----------------------------------------------------3-0---|
C
I’m sorry that I’m late
C
I went blind
Em
I got confetti in my eyes
F
I was held up at yesterday’s parties
C
I was needed on the congo line
C
But my dear, oh my dear
Em
I’d like to fight the good fight for another couple of years
F C
‘cause to say the war is over is to say you are a widow
C
You’re not a widow yet!
C
You’re not a widow yet!
Dm
You’re not a widow yet!
C
You’re not a widow yet!
C
So this one’s for the critics and their disappointed mothers
F
For the cupid and the hunter shooting arrows at each other
G
Ain’t no such thing as a saint,
Am
Ain’t no such thing as a sinner, oh
Am
There’s a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona’s floor
G
There’s a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door
Dm
If you are sharpening your scissors
Dm
I am sharpening my scissors,
Am
And I am sharpening my sword
F
So you can take me to the dragon’s lair
Am
Or you can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill
G
Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill…
F
A bigger kind of kill.
C
Oh I see your face when I close my eyes
Em
Oh I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise
F
To the occasion of catching things that fall
C
Like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build too tall.
Am
But I have navigated Iceland
G
I’ve laid my claim on Portugal
Dm
I have seen into the wasteland
F
Oh the future
G Am
Oh the future of us all.
(bridge, i think it's am, learn the guitar solo instead though, it's way cooler)
F
I kicked at a whole country
C
Of dead, dead leaves last fall
F
I kicked at a whole country
C
Of dead, dead leaves last fall
F C
Dead leaves
F C
Dead leaves
F C
Dead leaves
F C
Dead leaves
F C
Seen from the back of a train
F C
Seen from the back of a train
F C
I rode away from your station
F C
I rode away from your station
F C
They drifted in the air
F C
They drifted in the air
F C
Like memoirs of old conversations
F C
Like memoirs of old conversations
F C
Sprung from a leather case
F C
Sprung from a leather case
F C
You opened in the wind
F C
You opened in the wind
F C
To watch the papers chase each other
F C
To watch the papers chase each other
F C
Into oblivion
F C
(You’re such a champion
F C
You’re such a champion
F C
I hide behind your sun
F C
You are the champion) x3
Dm Am F C
So you can take me to the dragon’s lair
Dm Am F C
You can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill
Dm Am G
Either way it is time, oh it is time
F
For a bigger kind of kill…
C
A bigger kind of kill
F
A bigger kind of kill
C
A bigger kind of kill
F
A bigger kind of kill (repeat between C and F till ending)
tabbed by hendo
Surprisingly simple song. Great on keyboard
Intro (main riff throughout)
e---------------------------------------------------------0-|
B---------------------------------------------------------1-|
G---0-----0-------0---------------------------------------0-|
D-2---0-2---2---2---2-0-------0-2-3-2---------2-0---------2-|
A-----------------------3-2-----------3-0---0-----3-2-----3-|
E-----------------------------------------------------3-0---|
C
I’m sorry that I’m late
C
I went blind
Em
I got confetti in my eyes
F
I was held up at yesterday’s parties
C
I was needed on the congo line
C
But my dear, oh my dear
Em
I’d like to fight the good fight for another couple of years
F C
‘cause to say the war is over is to say you are a widow
C
You’re not a widow yet!
C
You’re not a widow yet!
Dm
You’re not a widow yet!
C
You’re not a widow yet!
C
So this one’s for the critics and their disappointed mothers
F
For the cupid and the hunter shooting arrows at each other
G
Ain’t no such thing as a saint,
Am
Ain’t no such thing as a sinner, oh
Am
There’s a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona’s floor
G
There’s a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door
Dm
If you are sharpening your scissors
Dm
I am sharpening my scissors,
Am
And I am sharpening my sword
F
So you can take me to the dragon’s lair
Am
Or you can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill
G
Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill…
F
A bigger kind of kill.
C
Oh I see your face when I close my eyes
Em
Oh I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise
F
To the occasion of catching things that fall
C
Like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build too tall.
Am
But I have navigated Iceland
G
I’ve laid my claim on Portugal
Dm
I have seen into the wasteland
F
Oh the future
G Am
Oh the future of us all.
(bridge, i think it's am, learn the guitar solo instead though, it's way cooler)
F
I kicked at a whole country
C
Of dead, dead leaves last fall
F
I kicked at a whole country
C
Of dead, dead leaves last fall
F C
Dead leaves
F C
Dead leaves
F C
Dead leaves
F C
Dead leaves
F C
Seen from the back of a train
F C
Seen from the back of a train
F C
I rode away from your station
F C
I rode away from your station
F C
They drifted in the air
F C
They drifted in the air
F C
Like memoirs of old conversations
F C
Like memoirs of old conversations
F C
Sprung from a leather case
F C
Sprung from a leather case
F C
You opened in the wind
F C
You opened in the wind
F C
To watch the papers chase each other
F C
To watch the papers chase each other
F C
Into oblivion
F C
(You’re such a champion
F C
You’re such a champion
F C
I hide behind your sun
F C
You are the champion) x3
Dm Am F C
So you can take me to the dragon’s lair
Dm Am F C
You can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill
Dm Am G
Either way it is time, oh it is time
F
For a bigger kind of kill…
C
A bigger kind of kill
F
A bigger kind of kill
C
A bigger kind of kill
F
A bigger kind of kill (repeat between C and F till ending)
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