Biography:
Saintseneca is an American folk rock band from Columbus, Ohio. Formed in 2007 by singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Zac Little, the current band is made of Zac Little, Steve Ciolek, Jon Meador, Maryn Jones, and Matt O’Conke.
Saintseneca is: a whole lot of instruments; propulsive rhythms; strum strum strum strum strum; tight, soaring, raw harmonies; great lyrics.
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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!
[Verse 1]
A D
I spend the day indoors
A D
Rolling my mind round undone chores
A D A D
Feeling guilty for nothing in particular
[Chorus]
A F#m
And over and over I thought
A F#m
What is this thing that I've wrought?
A F#m
How is it that my leg's caught
Bm
Up and away
D
Up and away
A F#m
And over and over again
A F#m
Nothing I want to defend
A F#m
Nothing I could recommend
Bm D
Nothing to say nothing to chase away
[Verse 2]
A D
I spent the night inside
A D
Rolling the rules round the hills of my mind
A D
And what is right if I am never justified?
[Chorus]
A F#m
And over and over I thought
A F#m
What is this thing that I've wrought?
A F#m
How is it that my leg's caught
Bm
Up and away
D
Up and away
A F#m
And over and over again
A F#m
Nothing I want to defend
A F#m
Nothing I could recommend
Bm D
Nothing to say nothing to chase away
[Bridge]
A F#m
You broke your ribs for this
E D
I hope it was worth every cell split
A F#m E D
And what are we besides agreements of the senses?
A F#m E D
Own my days Own my days Own my days
A F#m E D
Live my days Live my days Live my days
A F#m E D
Rip my days Rip my days Rip my days
[Outro]
A F#m
Couldn't find enough to do
A F#m
Couldn't find enough to occupy you
A F#m
Couldn't find enough to do
A F#m
Couldn't find enough to occupy you
A
A D
I spend the day indoors
A D
Rolling my mind round undone chores
A D A D
Feeling guilty for nothing in particular
[Chorus]
A F#m
And over and over I thought
A F#m
What is this thing that I've wrought?
A F#m
How is it that my leg's caught
Bm
Up and away
D
Up and away
A F#m
And over and over again
A F#m
Nothing I want to defend
A F#m
Nothing I could recommend
Bm D
Nothing to say nothing to chase away
[Verse 2]
A D
I spent the night inside
A D
Rolling the rules round the hills of my mind
A D
And what is right if I am never justified?
[Chorus]
A F#m
And over and over I thought
A F#m
What is this thing that I've wrought?
A F#m
How is it that my leg's caught
Bm
Up and away
D
Up and away
A F#m
And over and over again
A F#m
Nothing I want to defend
A F#m
Nothing I could recommend
Bm D
Nothing to say nothing to chase away
[Bridge]
A F#m
You broke your ribs for this
E D
I hope it was worth every cell split
A F#m E D
And what are we besides agreements of the senses?
A F#m E D
Own my days Own my days Own my days
A F#m E D
Live my days Live my days Live my days
A F#m E D
Rip my days Rip my days Rip my days
[Outro]
A F#m
Couldn't find enough to do
A F#m
Couldn't find enough to occupy you
A F#m
Couldn't find enough to do
A F#m
Couldn't find enough to occupy you
A
