Biography:
Hey Marseilles is a musical group from Seattle, WA, that formed in the summer of 2006 after Nick and Philip forced Matt Bishop to write a song to an accordion riff and play it live for a work party downtown. The current lineup consists of seven members performing on guitars, cello, viola, accordion, piano, bass, glockenspiel, ukulele, mandolin, drums, and a plethora of rhythmic accessories. The music can be described as indie-folk, and has been compared to that of The Decemberists, Devotchka, and Bright Eyes.
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Calabasas by Hey Marseilles
CAPO VII
Riff 1:
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Driving back from Calabasas
Grass roots are all I know
A Riff 1
Wait for moonlight to dance with the hills
A Riff 1
Leave your hotel for the ocean sill
Riff 1
Come and purchase all the riches
You can find and hold our homes
A Riff 1
I will love you no matter the time
A Riff 1
We will swing from carousel lights
B C#m
Take what you need from the words I leave
A E
From the windowsill and blue concrete
B C#m
If the roads weren't long in the southern states
A E
We would stretch our legs in Oregon gray
Radio and highway lines
Are all I have to keep the pace
Don't you worry we will find a way
To stretch tomorrow into today
Take what you need from the words I leave
From the windowsill and blue concrete
If the roads weren't long in the southern states
We would stretch our legs in Oregon gray
Take what you need from the words I leave
From the windowsill and blue concrete
If the roads weren't long in the southern states
We would stretch our legs in Oregon gray
Take what you need from the words I leave
From the windowsill and blue concrete
If the roads weren't long in the southern states
We would stretch our legs in Oregon gray
When the neon lights will frame our fog
We will leave it all, we will leave it all
If the sun won't set in the road ahead
I will leave this car and drive instead
CAPO VII
Riff 1:
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Riff 1
Driving back from Calabasas
Grass roots are all I know
A Riff 1
Wait for moonlight to dance with the hills
A Riff 1
Leave your hotel for the ocean sill
Riff 1
Come and purchase all the riches
You can find and hold our homes
A Riff 1
I will love you no matter the time
A Riff 1
We will swing from carousel lights
B C#m
Take what you need from the words I leave
A E
From the windowsill and blue concrete
B C#m
If the roads weren't long in the southern states
A E
We would stretch our legs in Oregon gray
Radio and highway lines
Are all I have to keep the pace
Don't you worry we will find a way
To stretch tomorrow into today
Take what you need from the words I leave
From the windowsill and blue concrete
If the roads weren't long in the southern states
We would stretch our legs in Oregon gray
Take what you need from the words I leave
From the windowsill and blue concrete
If the roads weren't long in the southern states
We would stretch our legs in Oregon gray
Take what you need from the words I leave
From the windowsill and blue concrete
If the roads weren't long in the southern states
We would stretch our legs in Oregon gray
When the neon lights will frame our fog
We will leave it all, we will leave it all
If the sun won't set in the road ahead
I will leave this car and drive instead
