Young the Giant are an American alternative rock band who formed in Irvine, California in 2004. The band consists of Sameer Gadhia (vocals, percussion), Jacob Tilley (guitar), Eric Cannata (guitar), Payam Doostzadeh (bass) and François Comtois (drums). The band's name is purposefully nonsensical; Gadhia explained it as a "leftfield idea" meant to evoke curiosity.
The band released their debut self-titled album, Young the Giant, on 25 January 2011, which was preceded by a digital-only release in October 2010.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Got - Young the Giant --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This is my first song but I think its pretty accurate. I figured it out by watching videos and by ear. Since there are two guitars in the actual song there ends up being some interesting chords when they are compressed into one guitar.
The rhythm of the chords in the verse bounces back and forth between the lower and upper strings of the chords, with the Eb as a transition between the Ab and the Dbadd9(no 3rd). The Eb chord in the progression passes by pretty quickly. Listen to the video to get a feel for the song! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji7B_54Cp_A
Verse 1 AbEbDbadd9(no 3rd) Eb In the night where I live, there's a strange force in your kiss oh, AbEbDbadd9(no 3rd) Eb All's divine, in desire AbEbDbadd9(no 3rd) Eb With an ire of philosophy, burning scrolls in the naked heat AbEbDbadd9(no 3rd) Eb Oh how coy, is your little boy?
Pre-chorus Cm7Bbm7 Cause I know, it don't read that well, yeah
Chorus AbCm7Bbm7Cm7Eb7 I got, buried. No it won't be long, before I rise in
Verse 2 In the night where I live, Your children sway they fuel the kitch. Raise their glass to soviet cries in the ward, And in shadows. Outright, in times of old, Fumes are falling, smell them burn, Like always, yes always. Now here!
Prechorus Cause I know it dont read that well. And I know, only time will tell, me.
Chorus I got buried, no it wont be long, before I rise in. I got! Oh Buried. Oh no!!! Cause I know I got you!!