Biografia:
Bombadil is a contemporary folk-pop band from North Carolina.
The members of Bombadil have been playing music together since 2006. The group is composed of four mild-manner gentlemen who agree on everything except how to make music. Bombadil went into suspended animation in 2009 after an injury forced the band to stop touring indefinitely. In 2011, the band reformed, and has been active ever since. The sound is steeped in folk and possesses an almost classical air in its arrangements.
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Outras músicas:
- A Question
- Boring Country Song
- Honeymoon
- Amys Friend
- Bad Guys
- Born At 5
- Escalators
- Framboise
- Have Me
- Honest
- I Cant Believe In Myself And Love You Too
- I Could Make You So Happy
- I Will Wait
- La Paz
- Long Life
- Love You Too Much
- One More Ring
- Perfect
- Reasons
- Seth Guess Ill Know When I Die
- Sunny December
- Tall Grass
- Thank You
- What Does It Mean
- Whats So Great About You
- When We Are Both Cats
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!
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Cold coffee and a pillow
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Days that feel slow
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Are enough for me
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