Biografia:
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah é um quinteto vindo do Brooklyn (de onde o nome da banda foi retirado de um dos grafites dos muros da cidade) nos Estados Unidos. É formado por Alec Ounsworth (voz, guitarra), Lee Sargent (teclados), Robbie Guertin (guitarra e teclados), Tyler Sargent (baixo e guitarra), e Sean Greenhalgh (bateria). O grupo tem 3 álbuns de estúdio, sendo o último, Hysterical, lançado em 2011 e um ao vivo.
Toda a fama da banda começou de modo muito peculiar: através de blogs, trocas de mp3 e propaganda "boca-a-boca".
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Outras músicas:
- Details Of The War
- The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth
- Five Easy Pieces
- Goodbye To Mother And The Cove
- In This Home On Ice
- Is This Love
- Let The Cool Goddess Rust Away
- Mama Wont You Keep Those Castels In The Air And Burning
- Same Mistake
- Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth
- Some Loud Thunder
- The Pilot
- Upon This Tidal Wave Of Young Blood
- Yankee Go Home
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!
"Mama, Won't You Keep Them Castles In The Air And Burning?"
G C
Invisible like all the reasons
G C
Dark and cold like all the seasons
G C
Things are not as you would have them
G C
I'm no man and you're no woman
Second verse same chords:
I guess I hope to see you sometime
Though our paths will never intertwine again
I hope you notice
I'm no hare and you're no tortoise
[interlude] here
To play the [interlude] I slide thru D and Dm on my acoustic, playing the last three strings only…
G C
And I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread
G C
Just to know that you can't wait to see me dead
G C
An idea in your head and a compass in your hand
D Dm …
On a mission to a foreign land
Third verse same chords:
So now I'm out for political favors
A salary that corresponds with labor
Big house and a morning paper
Good fences that make good neighbors
Chords for the final rush:
G C Am Em
Play the same chords to the end of the song, even if Em sometimes sounds a bit different…:
G
I'm at the end
C
This here my rope
Am Em
Another year to write and read the book I wrote
Etc.etc…
...Now dialing out
For a good time
To bathroom wall
Toss it a dime
Dead king dead swing
Ali look out!
We have new rules
To do without
You talk of Jesus
Until I'm well red
The man is
Swimming
Swimming
Swimming in my head
Why settle down?
Why even try?
Me tiger mouth
Meet bloodless eye
So drop dead stock
What fallen tree?
I leave New York
For other cities
Which let me play
With gas and fire
Took out an ad
Best friend for hire
Know that Mama told me
Never to come
But I came softly, slowly
Banging me metal drum
Like Berryman
Bed-wet poet fears
That better man drink taller beers
Like scientist
I lost my glove
To bloody fists
And harder drugs
So split the night
And we get young
Like sacred cow
Without a tongue who sang a song sing
"time does not cut deep
But cuts most absurdly....."
so la da dum
Tabbed 4ya by your friend Panilson
G C
Invisible like all the reasons
G C
Dark and cold like all the seasons
G C
Things are not as you would have them
G C
I'm no man and you're no woman
Second verse same chords:
I guess I hope to see you sometime
Though our paths will never intertwine again
I hope you notice
I'm no hare and you're no tortoise
[interlude] here
To play the [interlude] I slide thru D and Dm on my acoustic, playing the last three strings only…
G C
And I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread
G C
Just to know that you can't wait to see me dead
G C
An idea in your head and a compass in your hand
D Dm …
On a mission to a foreign land
Third verse same chords:
So now I'm out for political favors
A salary that corresponds with labor
Big house and a morning paper
Good fences that make good neighbors
Chords for the final rush:
G C Am Em
Play the same chords to the end of the song, even if Em sometimes sounds a bit different…:
G
I'm at the end
C
This here my rope
Am Em
Another year to write and read the book I wrote
Etc.etc…
...Now dialing out
For a good time
To bathroom wall
Toss it a dime
Dead king dead swing
Ali look out!
We have new rules
To do without
You talk of Jesus
Until I'm well red
The man is
Swimming
Swimming
Swimming in my head
Why settle down?
Why even try?
Me tiger mouth
Meet bloodless eye
So drop dead stock
What fallen tree?
I leave New York
For other cities
Which let me play
With gas and fire
Took out an ad
Best friend for hire
Know that Mama told me
Never to come
But I came softly, slowly
Banging me metal drum
Like Berryman
Bed-wet poet fears
That better man drink taller beers
Like scientist
I lost my glove
To bloody fists
And harder drugs
So split the night
And we get young
Like sacred cow
Without a tongue who sang a song sing
"time does not cut deep
But cuts most absurdly....."
so la da dum
Tabbed 4ya by your friend Panilson
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Clare And The Re (...)
Clare Bowditch
Clare Bowen
Clare Bowen & (...)
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Claude Nougaro
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