Biografia:
Laura Stevenson is an American singer-songwriter based in Long Island, New York and keyboardist for musical collective, Bomb the Music Industry!
Laura Stevenson was raised in Nassau County, New York, where she was introduced to music at an early age. Her grandfather, Harry Simeone, was a successful pianist and composer whose works included "The Little Drummer Boy" and "Do You Hear What I Hear?". Simeone's wife (and Laura's grandmother), Margaret McCravy was a singer for the jazz bandleader Benny Goodman.
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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!
Intro - G
G C
August spent, your basement apartment
Em
I fell thought your floor
C G
cradle and all, I fell through your floor
G C
but I can't spill through your fists
Em
until my hands are solid white
C G
My lungs are buckled tight together
Em C D Em C D
My sliding drawl is like a cannonball
Em C G D G
Ill slur myself to sleep outside your door
G C
Theres a ghost way up the northeast coast
Em
and it'll break your heart
C G
harder than I could ever
G Em
and that ghost claws at my arms it make me do wrong
C
it make me do wrong
D
and it pushes you down
G
and rattles the walls, and it's sorry, it's sorry, it's sorry
Em C D
so even though its cold
Em C D
and it breaks apart your bones
Em C G D G
it's floating urgently outside your door
G C G
when you spoke, when you speak, broken on your knees
G
I'm a joke, I'm asleep
C G
please please please, please please
Em C G D
I'll be on my feet if you want me
Em C G D
I'll be on my feet if you need
Em C G D G
I'll be on my feet if you want me to be
Ending - C G - C G - C Em - C D G
G C
August spent, your basement apartment
Em
I fell thought your floor
C G
cradle and all, I fell through your floor
G C
but I can't spill through your fists
Em
until my hands are solid white
C G
My lungs are buckled tight together
Em C D Em C D
My sliding drawl is like a cannonball
Em C G D G
Ill slur myself to sleep outside your door
G C
Theres a ghost way up the northeast coast
Em
and it'll break your heart
C G
harder than I could ever
G Em
and that ghost claws at my arms it make me do wrong
C
it make me do wrong
D
and it pushes you down
G
and rattles the walls, and it's sorry, it's sorry, it's sorry
Em C D
so even though its cold
Em C D
and it breaks apart your bones
Em C G D G
it's floating urgently outside your door
G C G
when you spoke, when you speak, broken on your knees
G
I'm a joke, I'm asleep
C G
please please please, please please
Em C G D
I'll be on my feet if you want me
Em C G D
I'll be on my feet if you need
Em C G D G
I'll be on my feet if you want me to be
Ending - C G - C G - C Em - C D G
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