Biografia:
The Gits foi uma banda de punk rock dos Estados Unidos , formada em Yellow Springs, Ohio, em 1986.
Conhecidos por seu importante papel na cena musical de Seattle, no início da década de 90, seu som, distinguível dos demais, ganhou uma ótima reputação.
A vocalista, Mia Zapata, foi influenciada desde cedo por soul e hardcore. Ela cantava sobre: álcool, morte e sobrevivência, apesar da desesperança.
Os outros membros da banda eram: Joe Spleen (guitarra), Matt Dresdner (baixo) e Steve Moriarty (bateria).
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Outras músicas:
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!
By: Nycolle Fernandes. www.soundcloud.com/nycolle_f
intro: B4, G5, C5 2x
B4 G5
Cut my skin it makes me human
C5
Scorn your mind just feel the pain
B4
It's what
G5 C5
makes us human It keeps us all the same
B4 G5
You lose your head in your chosen trip
C5
the sight of your blood will lose your spit
B4 G5 C5
A broken heart will turn to sin but when the wound is
open we're all the same
C5 A5
cut my skin, it makes me human
C5 A5
scorn your mind just feel the pain
C5 A5
when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth
C5 A5
nothin like pain to make us all the same
B4, G5, C5
B4 G5
i see you each day get up nine-to-five
C5
you rush in a game of lies for need
B4 G5
but you never seem to recognize
C5
you're no better or worse than me
B4 G5
i dare you once just to make it hurt
C5
how many times can you race around
B4 G5
with the world running faster faster then...
C5
i never expect to catch up
C5 A5
cut my skin, it makes me human
C5 A5
scorn your mind just feel the pain
C5 A5
when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth
C5 A5
nothin like pain to make us all the same
B4, G5, C5
ahhhh yeaahh
B4 G5
Cut my skin it makes me human
C5
Scorn your mind just feel the pain
B4
It's what
G5 C5
makes us human It keeps us all the same
B4 G5
You lose your head in your chosen trip
C5
the sight of your blood will lose your spit
B4 G5 C5
A broken heart will turn to sin but when the wound is
open you're all the f*ckin same
C5 A5
cut my skin, it makes me human
C5 A5
scorn your mind just feel the pain
C5 A5
when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth
C5 A5
nothin like pain to make us all the same
C5 A5
cut my skin, it makes me human
C5 A5
scorn your mind just feel the pain
C5 A5
when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth
C5 A5 C5
nothin like pain to make us all the same
intro: B4, G5, C5 2x
B4 G5
Cut my skin it makes me human
C5
Scorn your mind just feel the pain
B4
It's what
G5 C5
makes us human It keeps us all the same
B4 G5
You lose your head in your chosen trip
C5
the sight of your blood will lose your spit
B4 G5 C5
A broken heart will turn to sin but when the wound is
open we're all the same
C5 A5
cut my skin, it makes me human
C5 A5
scorn your mind just feel the pain
C5 A5
when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth
C5 A5
nothin like pain to make us all the same
B4, G5, C5
B4 G5
i see you each day get up nine-to-five
C5
you rush in a game of lies for need
B4 G5
but you never seem to recognize
C5
you're no better or worse than me
B4 G5
i dare you once just to make it hurt
C5
how many times can you race around
B4 G5
with the world running faster faster then...
C5
i never expect to catch up
C5 A5
cut my skin, it makes me human
C5 A5
scorn your mind just feel the pain
C5 A5
when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth
C5 A5
nothin like pain to make us all the same
B4, G5, C5
ahhhh yeaahh
B4 G5
Cut my skin it makes me human
C5
Scorn your mind just feel the pain
B4
It's what
G5 C5
makes us human It keeps us all the same
B4 G5
You lose your head in your chosen trip
C5
the sight of your blood will lose your spit
B4 G5 C5
A broken heart will turn to sin but when the wound is
open you're all the f*ckin same
C5 A5
cut my skin, it makes me human
C5 A5
scorn your mind just feel the pain
C5 A5
when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth
C5 A5
nothin like pain to make us all the same
C5 A5
cut my skin, it makes me human
C5 A5
scorn your mind just feel the pain
C5 A5
when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth
C5 A5 C5
nothin like pain to make us all the same
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