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!
Eb Bb Ab Eb
[VERSE]
Eb Bb
Cataclysmic visions, I get palpitations at night,
Ab Eb
I dream about some floating poet, then I get up and I write,
Bb
And while I'm sure some write to feel content, and keep away the madness,
Ab Eb
the reason I keep doing this is to document my sadness,
[CHORUS]
Bb Ab Eb
When I'm awake, I'm losing self-esteem,
Bb Ab Eb
but when I drift away to sleep I have these self-important dreams.
Ab Eb Cm
So please, chase me up the stairs just one last time,
Eb Bb
nip me on the ankle, and tell me that we're fine.
Ab Eb
Tell me that we're fine.
[VERSE]
Eb Bb
I know it's pathetic in a world with so much pain,
Ab Eb
I'm feeling sorry for myself but I can't seem to shake this shame,
Bb
so I act like I'm impervious to the shit that's thrown my way,
Ab Eb
and I know I shouldn't care, but I feel hideous today.
[CHORUS]
Bb Ab Eb
When I'm awake, I'm losing self-esteem,
Bb Ab Eb
but when I drift away to sleep I have these self-important dreams.
Ab Eb Cm
So please, chase me up the stairs just one last time,
Eb Bb
nip me on the ankle, and tell me that we're fine.
Ab Eb
Tell me that we're fine.
[[BRIDGE]]
Eb
Would you believe it, Sylvia Plath and me, in a rubber boat, out at sea.
Ab
Hunched against the cold; we were tired and we were old.
Eb
We shared abridged biographies and told dirty jokes as our extremities started to freeze,
Ab
clouds overhead, I hung on every word she said, she said
Eb Eb
"is it the sea you hear in me?
Cm Cm Eb
It's dissatisfactions, or the voice of nothing, that used to be your madness"
Eb Cm
it'll soon be dawn, so hurry up and row,
Cm
or is it that you've got nowhere else to go,
Eb Cm
I can see you lonely behind the eyes, I can see you,
Eb
and in a sense, I used to fucking be you,
Cm
and one day you'll be me, and maybe then you'll see,
Eb
some boats weren't built to float, so hurry up and row...
[VERSE]
Eb Bb
Cataclysmic visions, I get palpitations at night,
Ab Eb
I dream about some floating poet, then I get up and I write,
Bb
And while I'm sure some write to feel content, and keep away the madness,
Ab Eb
the reason I keep doing this is to document my sadness,
[CHORUS]
Bb Ab Eb
When I'm awake, I'm losing self-esteem,
Bb Ab Eb
but when I drift away to sleep I have these self-important dreams.
Ab Eb Cm
So please, chase me up the stairs just one last time,
Eb Bb
nip me on the ankle, and tell me that we're fine.
Ab Eb
Tell me that we're fine.
[VERSE]
Eb Bb
I know it's pathetic in a world with so much pain,
Ab Eb
I'm feeling sorry for myself but I can't seem to shake this shame,
Bb
so I act like I'm impervious to the shit that's thrown my way,
Ab Eb
and I know I shouldn't care, but I feel hideous today.
[CHORUS]
Bb Ab Eb
When I'm awake, I'm losing self-esteem,
Bb Ab Eb
but when I drift away to sleep I have these self-important dreams.
Ab Eb Cm
So please, chase me up the stairs just one last time,
Eb Bb
nip me on the ankle, and tell me that we're fine.
Ab Eb
Tell me that we're fine.
[[BRIDGE]]
Eb
Would you believe it, Sylvia Plath and me, in a rubber boat, out at sea.
Ab
Hunched against the cold; we were tired and we were old.
Eb
We shared abridged biographies and told dirty jokes as our extremities started to freeze,
Ab
clouds overhead, I hung on every word she said, she said
Eb Eb
"is it the sea you hear in me?
Cm Cm Eb
It's dissatisfactions, or the voice of nothing, that used to be your madness"
Eb Cm
it'll soon be dawn, so hurry up and row,
Cm
or is it that you've got nowhere else to go,
Eb Cm
I can see you lonely behind the eyes, I can see you,
Eb
and in a sense, I used to fucking be you,
Cm
and one day you'll be me, and maybe then you'll see,
Eb
some boats weren't built to float, so hurry up and row...
Oonagh
Ooz Intocables
Op Shop
OP8
OPA TUA
Operator
Operator Please
Opereiras
Ophrie Bashan
Opick