Biography:
Amy Millan is a Canadian indie rock singer and guitarist, recording and performing with the bands Stars and Broken Social Scene. Her debut solo album, Honey From The Tombs, was released by Arts & Crafts on May 30, 2006. In interviews Amy has stated that the songs on Honey from the Tombs were written over a period of years, but are only now being released. Millan released her sophomore album, Masters of the Burial, on September 8, 2009. The album is produced by Martin Kinack and musicians appearing include Evan Cranley
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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!
Artist: Amy Millan
Song: Skinny Boy
Album: Honey from the Tombs
Tuning EBGDAE
F C Bb (2x)
F Bb F
F C Bb
Skinny boy, all bones, no lies
Your so miserable in the mornings
Will You will wait up for me?
It's sordid and I can't find my feet
F
and you’ve got lips I could spend a day with
F C Bb
Skinny boy, some where, some prostitution
some devour, some doubt, some dance
They're coming with swords through the backdoor
and there you are on the fence
F
with those lips I could spend a day with.
F C Bb
When it's done I'll drink champagne to the lonely, lonely in me [only me?]
Monday, Tuesday - so lonely [it's only me?]
Wednesday, Thursday - only me
Friday, Saturday - only me
Here comes Sunday
Song: Skinny Boy
Album: Honey from the Tombs
Tuning EBGDAE
F C Bb (2x)
F Bb F
F C Bb
Skinny boy, all bones, no lies
Your so miserable in the mornings
Will You will wait up for me?
It's sordid and I can't find my feet
F
and you’ve got lips I could spend a day with
F C Bb
Skinny boy, some where, some prostitution
some devour, some doubt, some dance
They're coming with swords through the backdoor
and there you are on the fence
F
with those lips I could spend a day with.
F C Bb
When it's done I'll drink champagne to the lonely, lonely in me [only me?]
Monday, Tuesday - so lonely [it's only me?]
Wednesday, Thursday - only me
Friday, Saturday - only me
Here comes Sunday
