Biografia:
The Collection is a collection of chaunters and cantatrices collectively carousing carols by a close to competent composer enciting colloquial celebrations with christ, citizens, criminals and miscreants.
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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!
On Gm
Gm
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[Verse 1]
Eb Bb Gm
I'??ve always been told we hold black holes inside
Eb Bb Gm
They know from the start that every star must die
Eb Bb Gm
But it seems too convenient to lose track of time
Em Eb
Now that you're gone, will my orbit unwind?
Eb Bb Gm
[Verse 2]
Eb Bb Gm
What northern wind blew us into the street
Eb Bb Gm
And what fatal one will we all someday meet?
Eb Bb Gm
Swept into a palace with no sign of a king
Eb
No court for us jesters, but we like to
[Chorus]
Bb F Gm Eb
Sing of the moon as it sometimes get shy
Bb F Gm Eb
Running from lovers through starry-eyed skies
Bb F Gm Eb
Morning comes quick bringing tragic goodbyes
F Eb
Nothing ever really dies, right?
[Verse 3]
Eb Bb Gm
Someone's lighting candles all over my floor
Eb Bb Gm
And placed â??holy of holy'sâ? through every door
C Eb C
But who are our doubts said to?
Eb C Eb
Some half of the evening knew, of listening ears long withdrew?
palm muted
[Chords]
Bb F Gm Eb
So we sing of the moon and the face that it hides
Bb F Gm Eb
Shining just half of its truth to our skies
Bb F Gm Eb
But bring me the sun that gives it all its light
I don't want to just wait to die
Alright
[Ending]
Bb F Gm Eb
Gm
E|----------------|
B|---3-3-3--------|
G|---3-3-3-3------|
D|---5-5-5--5-----|
A|-----------5----|
E|---3-3-3--------|
[Verse 1]
Eb Bb Gm
I'??ve always been told we hold black holes inside
Eb Bb Gm
They know from the start that every star must die
Eb Bb Gm
But it seems too convenient to lose track of time
Em Eb
Now that you're gone, will my orbit unwind?
Eb Bb Gm
[Verse 2]
Eb Bb Gm
What northern wind blew us into the street
Eb Bb Gm
And what fatal one will we all someday meet?
Eb Bb Gm
Swept into a palace with no sign of a king
Eb
No court for us jesters, but we like to
[Chorus]
Bb F Gm Eb
Sing of the moon as it sometimes get shy
Bb F Gm Eb
Running from lovers through starry-eyed skies
Bb F Gm Eb
Morning comes quick bringing tragic goodbyes
F Eb
Nothing ever really dies, right?
[Verse 3]
Eb Bb Gm
Someone's lighting candles all over my floor
Eb Bb Gm
And placed â??holy of holy'sâ? through every door
C Eb C
But who are our doubts said to?
Eb C Eb
Some half of the evening knew, of listening ears long withdrew?
palm muted
[Chords]
Bb F Gm Eb
So we sing of the moon and the face that it hides
Bb F Gm Eb
Shining just half of its truth to our skies
Bb F Gm Eb
But bring me the sun that gives it all its light
I don't want to just wait to die
Alright
[Ending]
Bb F Gm Eb
The Color
The Color Morale
The Color Purple
The Color Wild
The Colour Movem (...)
The Confession
The Confusions
The Congress
The Connells
The Connoisseurs