Biografia:
Austin-based band Monahans (not "The Monahans"), named for the desolate West Texas sand hills, balances thundering rhythms and atmospheric "landscape rock" with urgent pop anthems and spiritual campfire balladry (think Explosions In the Sky + R.E.M + Neil Young). Since their 2006 inception, Monahans have toured in support of Centro-matic and Cowboy Junkies, and played alongside the likes of J. Tillman & Magnolia Electric Co. Albums to date include Low Pining (2007, Undertow) and the 2009 Misra debut Dim The Aurora.
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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!
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A guarded heart won't give a beat without a reason
Holed up and shallow ready set and set to leave
F# B
Some kind of perfect revelation has a purpose on the other side
F# B
And if it's all an apparition let it kill us so we feel alive
E F#
Still we long to vanish into the air
E B
on two black wings, our souls we bear
E Fis
Still we long to dim the aurora and flood the tracks
E B
Left in the wake, no looking back
F# B
Under all that ever was
Long lay awake the times to loneliness is given
Break for the tempest in the teacup where you're livin'
There was always something better but it never took a shot in the dark
In halls that stand without the faintest recollection we were here at all
Still we long to vanish into the air
On grievous wings, our souls we bear
Still we long to dim the aurora that lights our way
No looking back, Left in the wake
Under all that ever was
Enjoy, Klaus Gregaard
http://www.monahans.net/
A guarded heart won't give a beat without a reason
Holed up and shallow ready set and set to leave
F# B
Some kind of perfect revelation has a purpose on the other side
F# B
And if it's all an apparition let it kill us so we feel alive
E F#
Still we long to vanish into the air
E B
on two black wings, our souls we bear
E Fis
Still we long to dim the aurora and flood the tracks
E B
Left in the wake, no looking back
F# B
Under all that ever was
Long lay awake the times to loneliness is given
Break for the tempest in the teacup where you're livin'
There was always something better but it never took a shot in the dark
In halls that stand without the faintest recollection we were here at all
Still we long to vanish into the air
On grievous wings, our souls we bear
Still we long to dim the aurora that lights our way
No looking back, Left in the wake
Under all that ever was
Enjoy, Klaus Gregaard
http://www.monahans.net/
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