Biografia:
1) Movements is a post-hardcore band from Rancho Santa Margarita, California. and is comprised of Patrick Miranda (vocals), Ira George (guitar), Spencer York (drums), and Austin Cressey (bass). The band was formed in February 2015 and landed a deal with Fearless Records after just one local gig. The band released their EP 'Outgrown Things' on March 11, 2016. They played Warped Tour 2017 and later that year released their debut full-length album 'Feel Something' on October 20, 2017.
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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!
[Intro]
A E F#m
A
I'm tearing apart at the seams
Still trying to mend these holes in my jeans
E
Leaving my skin to stain as I bleed
F#m
Give up disintegrate secede
A
Toss and turn in this concrete bed
And in the morning I'll try again
E
Pray for something to ease my dread
F#m
End up with trembling limbs instead and this feels endless
A
As if there's not a solace in the world that can mend this
E
Everything will repeat in the end it's not a matter of 'if' it's 'when'
F#m
This has happened before it'll happen again
A E
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
A
It's not subjective it's clinical
C#m E A
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
E
And this cycle comes full circle
A C#m F#m E
This cycle comes full circle again
A C#m E
A C#m E
A
So back to the needle and the thread
C#m E
I've had enough of this blood I've bled
A
I wanna breathe life in my lungs again
C#m E
Clear the thought that fucks my head
A
Without a struggle there can't be progress
C#m E
(Even though the weight is crushing me)
A
Without a struggle there can't be progress
C#m E
(Aim to kill fight defeat)
A E A
E
'Til it comes around again
A E
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
A
It's not subjective it's clinical
C#m E A
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
E
And this cycle comes full circle
A C#m F#m E
This cycle comes full circle again
A E A E
A
'Cause I've had days that I swore would be my last
E
And spent months walking on this broken glass
A E
Just to tiptoe towards the thought that maybe someday I'd get back to who I used to be
A
To what I used to see in the mirror
E
Instead of this misery
A E A
And to rid myself of this cloud that will rain down and cause me to slip back in to my apathy but I know
eventually
E
I'm gonna come around and maybe it won't be easy but it will be worth it and the results will be profound
A E
Because instead of feeling cornered the corners of my mouth will start to point up
A
Instead of being anchored down
A
A E F#m
A
I'm tearing apart at the seams
Still trying to mend these holes in my jeans
E
Leaving my skin to stain as I bleed
F#m
Give up disintegrate secede
A
Toss and turn in this concrete bed
And in the morning I'll try again
E
Pray for something to ease my dread
F#m
End up with trembling limbs instead and this feels endless
A
As if there's not a solace in the world that can mend this
E
Everything will repeat in the end it's not a matter of 'if' it's 'when'
F#m
This has happened before it'll happen again
A E
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
A
It's not subjective it's clinical
C#m E A
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
E
And this cycle comes full circle
A C#m F#m E
This cycle comes full circle again
A C#m E
A C#m E
A
So back to the needle and the thread
C#m E
I've had enough of this blood I've bled
A
I wanna breathe life in my lungs again
C#m E
Clear the thought that fucks my head
A
Without a struggle there can't be progress
C#m E
(Even though the weight is crushing me)
A
Without a struggle there can't be progress
C#m E
(Aim to kill fight defeat)
A E A
E
'Til it comes around again
A E
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
A
It's not subjective it's clinical
C#m E A
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
E
And this cycle comes full circle
A C#m F#m E
This cycle comes full circle again
A E A E
A
'Cause I've had days that I swore would be my last
E
And spent months walking on this broken glass
A E
Just to tiptoe towards the thought that maybe someday I'd get back to who I used to be
A
To what I used to see in the mirror
E
Instead of this misery
A E A
And to rid myself of this cloud that will rain down and cause me to slip back in to my apathy but I know
eventually
E
I'm gonna come around and maybe it won't be easy but it will be worth it and the results will be profound
A E
Because instead of feeling cornered the corners of my mouth will start to point up
A
Instead of being anchored down
A
Mr Hudson
Mr Loco
Mr Universe
Mr. Hyunn From H (...)
Mr. Kilombo
Much The Same
Mucha
Muchachito Bombo (...)
Muddy Monk
Mudvayne