Biografia:
The Shins é um grupo de indie rock formado pelo cantor e guitarrista James Russell Mercer, pelo tecladista e guitarrista Martin Crandall, pelo baixista Dave Hernandez, e pelo baterista Jesse Sandoval.
A banda começou em 1997 na cidade de Albuquerque, Novo México como um projeto paralelo de Mercer e Neal Langford, que tocavam em um conjunto chamado Flake. Em 1999, o Flake (que nesse momento já se chamava Flake Music) acabou e todos os seus membros foram para os Shins (nome de uma família fictícia de The Music Man
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Outras músicas:
- 40 Mark Strasse
- A Comet Appears
- Austrailia
- Bait And Switch
- For A Fool
- Girl On The Wing
- It's Only Life
- Kissing The Lipless
- New Slang
- Phantom Limb
- Pink Bullets
- Port Of Morrow
- September
- Simple Song
- Sleeping Lessons
- So Now What
- Australia
- Saint Simon
- A Call To Apathity
- Breathe
- Caring Is Creepy
- Celebate Life
- Celibate Life
- Cherry Hearts
- Dead Alive
- Eating Styes From Elephant Eyes
- Eating Styes From Elephants Eyes
- Fall Of 82
- Fantasy Island
- Fighting In A Sack
- Flake Music
- Girl Inform Me
- Gone For Good
- Half A Million
- Heartworms
- Its Only Life
- Know Your Onion
- Mildenhall
- Mines Not A High Horse
- My Seventh Rib
- Name For You
- No Way Down
- Nothing At All
- One By One All Day
- Painting A Hole
- Pam Berry
- Pariah King
- Past And Pending
- Plenty Is Never Enough
- Pressed In A Book
- Red Rabbits
- Rubber Ballz
- Sea Legs
- So Says I
- Sphagnum Esplanade
- Spilt Needles
- Split Needles
- The Fear
- The Past And Pending
- The Past And The Pending
- The Rifles Spiral
- The Waltz Is Over
- Theyll Soon Discover
- Those Bold City Girls
- Those To Come
- Turn A Square
- Turn On Me
- We Will Become Silhouettes
- Weird Divide
- When I Goose Step
- Won One Too Many Fights
- Young Pilgrims
- Your Algebra
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!
Verse:
Am C F
Gold teeth and a curse for this town
C G
Were all in my mouth
C F Am G
Only I don't know how they got out, dear
Am C F
Turn me back into the pet
C G
I was when we met
C F Am G
I was happier then with no mind set
Chorus:
G C
And if you'd a took to me like
F C G
a gull takes to the wind
G C
Well, I'd a jumped from my tree
F C F C
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
F C G
And the rest of our lives would'a fared well
Verse:
Am C F
New slang when you notice the stripes
C G
The dirt in your fries
C F
Hope it's right when you die
Am G
Old and bo..ny
Am C F
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
C G
Never should'a called
C F
But my heads to the wall
Am G
And I'm lonely
Chorus:
G C
And if you'd a took to me like
F C G
a gull takes to the wind
G C
Well, I'd a jumped from my tree
F C F C
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
F C G
And the rest of our lives would'a fared well
Verse:
Am C F
God speed all the baker's at dawn
C G
May they all cut their thumbs
C F
And bleed into their buns
Am G
'Till they melt away
Chorus:
G C
I'm looking in on the good life
F G
I might be doomed never to find
C
Without a trust or flaming fields
F G
Am I too dumb to refine?
C
And if you'd a took to me like
F C F C
Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
F C G
And the rest of our lives would'a fared well
Am C F
Gold teeth and a curse for this town
C G
Were all in my mouth
C F Am G
Only I don't know how they got out, dear
Am C F
Turn me back into the pet
C G
I was when we met
C F Am G
I was happier then with no mind set
Chorus:
G C
And if you'd a took to me like
F C G
a gull takes to the wind
G C
Well, I'd a jumped from my tree
F C F C
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
F C G
And the rest of our lives would'a fared well
Verse:
Am C F
New slang when you notice the stripes
C G
The dirt in your fries
C F
Hope it's right when you die
Am G
Old and bo..ny
Am C F
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
C G
Never should'a called
C F
But my heads to the wall
Am G
And I'm lonely
Chorus:
G C
And if you'd a took to me like
F C G
a gull takes to the wind
G C
Well, I'd a jumped from my tree
F C F C
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
F C G
And the rest of our lives would'a fared well
Verse:
Am C F
God speed all the baker's at dawn
C G
May they all cut their thumbs
C F
And bleed into their buns
Am G
'Till they melt away
Chorus:
G C
I'm looking in on the good life
F G
I might be doomed never to find
C
Without a trust or flaming fields
F G
Am I too dumb to refine?
C
And if you'd a took to me like
F C F C
Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
F C G
And the rest of our lives would'a fared well
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