Biografia:
Page France is an American indie folk-pop music band that plays melodic and emotional music. They are currently signed to Suicide Squeeze Records.
The band was started as a solo project in 2004 by Michael Nau, but quickly evolved into a full-time project with a somewhat revolving lineup of friends and collaborators. The band self-released their debut album, Come, I'm A Lion, which was then picked up by Fall Records. Their second album, Hello, Dear Wind, was also released by Fall Records, then later re-released by Suicide Squeeze.
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Outras músicas:
- Chariot
- Belly In The Fish
- Bush
- Casting Day
- Ceiling
- Circus Head Nobody Knows
- Dogs
- Elephant
- Feather
- Finders
- Glue
- Goodness
- Grass
- Heres A Telephone
- Jesus
- Junkyard
- Mr Violin And Dancing Bear
- No One Likes A Bleeder
- Passengers Laughing
- Pigeons
- Real To You
- Ruby Ring Man
- Spine
- Trampoline
- We Remain As Two
- Weatherman Section Three
- Windy
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
A E A E
I heard it's getting windy so I'll set and watch you blow
A E
I will chain you to my boat
A E
I will carry you back home
A E A E
And I won't say I love you cause it's all been said before
A E
Let's not say it anymore
A E
'cause love nothing here's for sure
A E A
They treat us like dogs
A E
So we play along
A E G#
We bark and we moan
And play them more songs
A E
But when we blow away
A E
And get out of this place
A E G#
We go down like a shower
And up like a prince
A E A E
I heard it's getting windy so I'll set and watch you blow
A E
I will chain you to my boat
A E
I will carry you back home
A E A E
And I won't say I love you cause it's all been said before
A E
Let's not say it anymore
A E
'cause love nothing here's for sure
A E A
They treat us like dogs
A E
So we play along
A E G#
We bark and we moan
And play them more songs
A E
But when we blow away
A E
And get out of this place
A E G#
We go down like a shower
And up like a prince
Pakalolo
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Palace
Palaye Royale
Pampa Yakuza
Pan Kleks
Panbers
Pance Pondaag
Panda