Biografia:
Man Man é uma banda da Filadélfia de indie experimental que incorpora Leste Europeu e estilo circense em sua música, criando um som único. A banda é composta por Honus Honus (vocais, piano, percussão), Pow Pow (bateria, percussão auxiliar), Crat Critter (aka Puma) (guitarra, trompete, marimba, baixo, vocais), Organ Freeman (órgão, sintetizador e vocal), Wang Chang (sax, flauta, percussão, vocais).
Seu estilo tem sido comparado a uma mistura de Tom Waits, Frank Zappa e Captain Beefheart.
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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!
**this song just alternates between Gm and Cm barre chords to a groovy beat**
Gm: 355333
Cm:335543
and I'll trip a lie, fandango
my legs are sheer elastic
it's how you envelope me
I'm like a corpse in plastic
you find while at a picnic
when you're just there to kick it
now you have to call the police
and report somethin' wicked
and the scene, it turns so grisly
and the children, they are crying
you hand them black umbrellas
tell 'em that the world is dying
it's how you hide your cards
it's how you dress your scars
and let them breathe (breathe)
life,
fantastic...
life,
so tragic...
life,
fantastic...
and I'll trip a lie fandango
I'll dangle from your elbow
it's how you envelope me
between chaos and beauty
it's like you're at a picnic
and the wind, it turns so wicked
but you cannot call the police
and report what is happening
and the scene, it turns so naughty
and your mother, she is crying
you take her in your arms
tell her that the world is dying
-----
ooh...
life,
fantastic...
life,
so tragic...
life,
fantastic.
Gm: 355333
Cm:335543
and I'll trip a lie, fandango
my legs are sheer elastic
it's how you envelope me
I'm like a corpse in plastic
you find while at a picnic
when you're just there to kick it
now you have to call the police
and report somethin' wicked
and the scene, it turns so grisly
and the children, they are crying
you hand them black umbrellas
tell 'em that the world is dying
it's how you hide your cards
it's how you dress your scars
and let them breathe (breathe)
life,
fantastic...
life,
so tragic...
life,
fantastic...
and I'll trip a lie fandango
I'll dangle from your elbow
it's how you envelope me
between chaos and beauty
it's like you're at a picnic
and the wind, it turns so wicked
but you cannot call the police
and report what is happening
and the scene, it turns so naughty
and your mother, she is crying
you take her in your arms
tell her that the world is dying
-----
ooh...
life,
fantastic...
life,
so tragic...
life,
fantastic.
Mando Diao
Mandopony
Mandragora
Mandy Harvey
Mandy Moore
Manny Pacquiao
Mano Arriba
Mano Negra
Mano Solo
Mano Walter