Biography:
Delta Spirit is a band from San Diego, California, United States, beginning in 2005. This band is most known for their intense live performances, their congregational song-writing, and their driving rhythm. The group consists of Jon Jameson (bass), Brandon Young (percussion), Matthew Vasquez (vocals/guitars), Kelly Winrich (multi-instrumentals) and Will McLaren (guitar).
"The raw spirit of indie rock. An amplified, rocking version of ’60s protest folk.
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Other songs:
- Bushwick Blues
- Devil Knows You're Dead
- People, Turn Around
- 911
- Ballad Of Vitaly
- Bleeding Bells
- California
- Children
- Devil Knows
- Empty House
- French Quarter
- From Now On Acoustic
- Hold My End Up Acoustic
- Home
- House Built For Two
- Into The Wide
- Live On Acoustic
- Ode To Sunshine
- Patriarch
- People Cmon
- People Turn Around
- Ransom Man
- Running
- Salt On The Wound
- Scarecrow
- St Francis
- Stay Away
- Strange Vine
- Streetwalker
- The Wreck
- Tomorrow Goes Away
- Trashcan
- Vivian
- Yamaha
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Standard Tuning
"Bleeding Bells"
off of "Ode to Sunshine"
C G
There's no place to lay my dead
Am F C
And I can't stand awake
C G
The growth I need is fettered to fear
Am F C
My heals dug in my place
G Am F C
Keep your heart clasped into your hands
G Am F C
Your family knows just half of where you been
C G
The Indian summer is better than nothing
Am F C
Burn the sun in my skin
C G
Bleeding bells of inner guilt
Am F C
Salvation rays are thin
G Am F C
I say to myself you don't need anyone
G Am F C
This world is fucked just as you have become
C G
I stand as a man who's seen many things
Am F C
My youth has made me strong
C G
I see the fraught of the words I have said
Am F C
Got nothing for anyone
G Am F C
The words that I speak are like the clinging hell
G Am F C
The songs that I sing's been poisoning your well
C G
Hands in my pockets and down on my knees
Am F C
I beg for will to change
C G
I've spun around from this wheel that I'm in
Am F C
In one week I'll be the same
"Bleeding Bells"
off of "Ode to Sunshine"
C G
There's no place to lay my dead
Am F C
And I can't stand awake
C G
The growth I need is fettered to fear
Am F C
My heals dug in my place
G Am F C
Keep your heart clasped into your hands
G Am F C
Your family knows just half of where you been
C G
The Indian summer is better than nothing
Am F C
Burn the sun in my skin
C G
Bleeding bells of inner guilt
Am F C
Salvation rays are thin
G Am F C
I say to myself you don't need anyone
G Am F C
This world is fucked just as you have become
C G
I stand as a man who's seen many things
Am F C
My youth has made me strong
C G
I see the fraught of the words I have said
Am F C
Got nothing for anyone
G Am F C
The words that I speak are like the clinging hell
G Am F C
The songs that I sing's been poisoning your well
C G
Hands in my pockets and down on my knees
Am F C
I beg for will to change
C G
I've spun around from this wheel that I'm in
Am F C
In one week I'll be the same
Denali
Denise Rosenthal
Denison Witmer
Deniz Tekin
Dennis Kamakahi
Der Mit Der Ukul (...)
Derek And The Do (...)
Derek Lopez
Derek Webb
Dermot Kennedy