Biografia:
Chapel Hill’s indie Americana quartet Mipso (formerly Mipso Trio) are influenced by the contradiction of their progressive home and the surrounding rural southern landscapes. Mipso currently ventures further than ever from their string-band pedigree to discover a broader Americana where classic folk-rock and modern alt-country sounds mingle easily with Appalachian tradition. Adding drums and electric instruments to their intimate four-part harmonies and powerful acoustic meld
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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!
A E D
In ten years I?ll be older
D E A
Maybe living somewhere colder
A E D
Getting used to pavement under feet
A E D
And these will be our the good old days
D E A
All the scenes that we?ll replay
A E D
Before we scattered in the breeze
D E
They say you can?t go home again
D A E
But I hear a quite voice begin?
A D E
It must be Carolina calling me
A D E
It must be Carolina in these things that follow me
A D E
It must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be
D E A
It must be Carolina calling me
We?re gonna have to face it
Street lights on empty faces
City sights and sounds under our skin
But nothing can erase it
Red clay and rolling acres
It?s funny how a place can sink in
Someday I?ll realize my mistake
And I?ll reconsider my escape?
Chorus:
It must be Carolina calling me
It must be Carolina in these things that follow me
It must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be
It must be Carolina calling me
In ten years I?ll be older
D E A
Maybe living somewhere colder
A E D
Getting used to pavement under feet
A E D
And these will be our the good old days
D E A
All the scenes that we?ll replay
A E D
Before we scattered in the breeze
D E
They say you can?t go home again
D A E
But I hear a quite voice begin?
A D E
It must be Carolina calling me
A D E
It must be Carolina in these things that follow me
A D E
It must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be
D E A
It must be Carolina calling me
We?re gonna have to face it
Street lights on empty faces
City sights and sounds under our skin
But nothing can erase it
Red clay and rolling acres
It?s funny how a place can sink in
Someday I?ll realize my mistake
And I?ll reconsider my escape?
Chorus:
It must be Carolina calling me
It must be Carolina in these things that follow me
It must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be
It must be Carolina calling me
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