Biografia:
Onsind is a DIY folk-punk band from Pity Me, Durham, UK.
They have releases on Plan-it-X, Discount Horse, Specialist Subject and more.
You can listen to and download all of their songs at http://onsind.bandcamp.com.
Read more on Last.fm
Outras músicas:
- A Generous Exposition
- Annie
- Ba77
- Claimant
- Clarice
- Dissatisfactions
- Either Hes Dead Or My Watch Has Stopped
- Frankland Prison Blues
- God Hates Facts
- Grieving Kind
- Heat Up The Blade
- Here Come The Year Nines
- Heterosexuality Is A Construct
- Huey Alabaster
- I Could Carve A Better Man Out Of A Banana
- If Anyone Needs Me Ill Be In The Angry Dome
- Immature
- Kim Kelly Is My Cognitive Behavioural Therapist
- Kim Kelly Is My Friend
- Lord Beer Me Strength
- Loyalty Festers
- Magnolia
- Margie
- Memoirs Of A Dutiful Daughter
- Mildred
- My Clean Sweep At The Clown Oscars
- Old Hazel Eyes Is Back
- Pigs In The Green Room
- Pokemon City Limits
- Scenes From A Shit Italian Restaurant
- Sectioned
- Snitches Get Stitches
- Suicide Is Painful
- Sweet And Tender Julian
- That Takes Ovaries
- Truth Emerges From The Well
- You Should Probably Keep It All In
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]
G D
A chance encounter at a service station
G D
boiled my blood and left my brittle body shaking /
Bm E7
It’s like I’ve travelled back in time, lager louts and violent crime,
Bb C D
a crimson cross to mark the spot, the god forsaken.
[Chorus]
D F#7 Bm
I see a fist connecting with a face /
Bb C D
I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless racist reprobates /
F#7 Bm G
I need to feel like there’s something that’s worth saving in this place /
A D
But all I see is hate.
[Verse]
G D
How we struggle to find meaning in the ‘facts’ /
G D Bm
A dialogue so porous that the language drips and trickles through the gaps /
E7
Each word uttered loses pertinence and tact /
Bb C D
Muted by the noise of the attack.
[Chorus]
D F#7 Bm
I see a fist connecting with a face /
Bb C D
I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless racist reprobates /
F#7 Bm G
I need to feel like there’s something that’s worth saving in this place /
A Bm A Bb
But all I see is hate.
C D
But all I see is hate.
G D
A chance encounter at a service station
G D
boiled my blood and left my brittle body shaking /
Bm E7
It’s like I’ve travelled back in time, lager louts and violent crime,
Bb C D
a crimson cross to mark the spot, the god forsaken.
[Chorus]
D F#7 Bm
I see a fist connecting with a face /
Bb C D
I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless racist reprobates /
F#7 Bm G
I need to feel like there’s something that’s worth saving in this place /
A D
But all I see is hate.
[Verse]
G D
How we struggle to find meaning in the ‘facts’ /
G D Bm
A dialogue so porous that the language drips and trickles through the gaps /
E7
Each word uttered loses pertinence and tact /
Bb C D
Muted by the noise of the attack.
[Chorus]
D F#7 Bm
I see a fist connecting with a face /
Bb C D
I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless racist reprobates /
F#7 Bm G
I need to feel like there’s something that’s worth saving in this place /
A Bm A Bb
But all I see is hate.
C D
But all I see is hate.
Oonagh
Ooz Intocables
Op Shop
OP8
OPA TUA
Operator
Operator Please
Opereiras
Ophrie Bashan
Opick