Biografia:
The Nadas are Iowa's signature alt-rock-country band, selling more than 125,000 albums through their own label, Authentic Records. They embarked on a new approach to recording with their upcoming seventh release, Almanac (March 2010), which was recorded over the last year completely in front of their fans through a live streaming video blog. The sound that developed out of that process was an alternative approach to the traditional pop tunes. Singers/guitarists Mike Butterworth and Jason Walsmith
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Disenchanted Heart
-The Nadas
Verse- D G
Chorus- Bm A G C 3x then D A G
Bridge- A G D
Burried deap beneath her pile of books and delicate features
A little light shines and her soul it wants sing
But she's hindered by a confidence problem born from her childhood days
A failure at a crucial time locked her songbird away
Silent encarceration masked by a smiling face
And helpful gentle eyes relieves a nagging pain
Ten o'clock it's closing time let down your hair and restraints
Turn up a little soft melacy, start sing
My aching heart is growing weak
My breaking heart cannot be
Seen to beat a single note in time with my elation
I can not be healed until I hear you sing
Formal training for decade prepared him for the worst
And under constant pressure he remembers every word
It comes after a tired struggle between his heart and his mind
And in the end somehow there just wasn't enough time
And in the morning I wake up happy
In the morning when I see your face
In the morning I wake up happy
And all this time I still feel the same
The sun sets on a Texas skyline
His head fills with the smell of pine
And the smell of burning fuel from those ahead in line
He tries to see beyond horizons
Tries not to question why
Sings at the top of his lungs to the other passers by
Well my aching heart is growing weak
My breaking heart cannot be
Seen to beat a single note in time with my elation
I can not be healed until I hear you sing
-The Nadas
Verse- D G
Chorus- Bm A G C 3x then D A G
Bridge- A G D
Burried deap beneath her pile of books and delicate features
A little light shines and her soul it wants sing
But she's hindered by a confidence problem born from her childhood days
A failure at a crucial time locked her songbird away
Silent encarceration masked by a smiling face
And helpful gentle eyes relieves a nagging pain
Ten o'clock it's closing time let down your hair and restraints
Turn up a little soft melacy, start sing
My aching heart is growing weak
My breaking heart cannot be
Seen to beat a single note in time with my elation
I can not be healed until I hear you sing
Formal training for decade prepared him for the worst
And under constant pressure he remembers every word
It comes after a tired struggle between his heart and his mind
And in the end somehow there just wasn't enough time
And in the morning I wake up happy
In the morning when I see your face
In the morning I wake up happy
And all this time I still feel the same
The sun sets on a Texas skyline
His head fills with the smell of pine
And the smell of burning fuel from those ahead in line
He tries to see beyond horizons
Tries not to question why
Sings at the top of his lungs to the other passers by
Well my aching heart is growing weak
My breaking heart cannot be
Seen to beat a single note in time with my elation
I can not be healed until I hear you sing
The Natatorium
The National Lig (...)
The Native Sibli (...)
The Neal Morse B (...)
The Negro Proble (...)
The New Cities
The New Colony S (...)
The New Electric (...)
The New Frontier (...)
The New Limb