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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Fm
He felt a curse around his neck
C7
Like a yoke he knows, he never forgets.
Ab
The way she cut through his bed
Dm7b5
Like a snake would bite through a cave of flesh
Fm
But he holds her
C7
though she's broken
Ab
He swear he don't care
Dm7b5
where she's been
That's the progression throughout most of the song.
He's tired of being human
He wears her close to the bone as though she were his own skin
He shoots from the heart instead of the head
His mouth and his words they rarely connect
He looks to the past and where his tongue's tread
And he knows he's meant the opposite
But she holds him like an infant
Though it breaks her in half to know he'll wake like a man
Sold on cold indifference
When he reaches for her she's gone
She slips like the wind through blackened sails, but
Who are we to love at all?
I hope you don't mind
If I hang on the light post.
If I hang on to my hopes oh, this time
Although I've been warned
I'll probably get burned
I'd rather get burned than to not try
I hope you don't mind
If I hang on the light post
I hang on to my hopes all this time
'Cause you won't let it go
He felt a curse around his neck
C7
Like a yoke he knows, he never forgets.
Ab
The way she cut through his bed
Dm7b5
Like a snake would bite through a cave of flesh
Fm
But he holds her
C7
though she's broken
Ab
He swear he don't care
Dm7b5
where she's been
That's the progression throughout most of the song.
He's tired of being human
He wears her close to the bone as though she were his own skin
He shoots from the heart instead of the head
His mouth and his words they rarely connect
He looks to the past and where his tongue's tread
And he knows he's meant the opposite
But she holds him like an infant
Though it breaks her in half to know he'll wake like a man
Sold on cold indifference
When he reaches for her she's gone
She slips like the wind through blackened sails, but
Who are we to love at all?
I hope you don't mind
If I hang on the light post.
If I hang on to my hopes oh, this time
Although I've been warned
I'll probably get burned
I'd rather get burned than to not try
I hope you don't mind
If I hang on the light post
I hang on to my hopes all this time
'Cause you won't let it go
Mando Diao
Mandopony
Mandragora
Mandy Harvey
Mandy Moore
Manny Pacquiao
Mano Arriba
Mano Negra
Mano Solo
Mano Walter