Biografía:
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah es una banda estadounidense de pop indie, originaria de Brooklyn, Nueva York y Filadelfia, Pennsylvania. El grupo está formado por Alec Ounsworth, Lee Sargent, Robbie Guertin, Tyler Sargent y Sean Greenhalgh. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah ha desarrollado su carrera en Nueva York y la mayoría de sus componentes residen allí excepto Ounsworth que es de Filadelfia, pero sus colegas se enrollan y le dejan dormir en los sofás de sus apartamentos. Su álbum debut, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, fue lanzado en 2005.
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Otras canciones:
- Details Of The War
- The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth
- Five Easy Pieces
- Goodbye To Mother And The Cove
- In This Home On Ice
- Is This Love
- Let The Cool Goddess Rust Away
- Mama Wont You Keep Those Castels In The Air And Burning
- Same Mistake
- Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth
- Some Loud Thunder
- The Pilot
- Upon This Tidal Wave Of Young Blood
- Yankee Go Home
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH
"Some Loud Thunder"
A F#m
All this talking
D E A
you'd think I'd have something to say
F#m
but I'm just talking
D E A
like a siren getting louder and farther away
F#m D E
from the energetic kids in the park yes that was me
A F#m
breaking glass and pretending to start
D
something big
E
some new taste
same chords for 2nd verse:
Did you wander
as my voice went from station to station to state?
Some loud thunder
sometimes there's no telling if we're ok
there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town
which are falling down for people
to stand in their place;
to try to make something great
stay on E chord and go thru the chorus:
F#m D
That's just a part of the story
E A
And it could be maybe something complete someday
F#m
At the end of the quarry
D E A
yes that was me digging holes for all the world to see
F#m D
a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
E A
and slap us all on the teeth
F#m
But there's always more unless I'm mistaken
D
tell me when do mouths close
E A
and people gracefully retreat
3rd verse just like the other two:
New York calling
at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth
but there's no telling
from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV
Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement
that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient
That's me
Am I late?
Final chorus with same advice as before:
That's the state of my story
and it may be one day something complete
At the end of the quarry
I have dug a hole for all the world to see
A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
and slap us all on the feet
but there's always mre unless I'm mistaken
Tell me when do mouths close
and people gracefully retreat?
TABBED FOR YOU BY YOUR FRIEND PANILSON
"Some Loud Thunder"
A F#m
All this talking
D E A
you'd think I'd have something to say
F#m
but I'm just talking
D E A
like a siren getting louder and farther away
F#m D E
from the energetic kids in the park yes that was me
A F#m
breaking glass and pretending to start
D
something big
E
some new taste
same chords for 2nd verse:
Did you wander
as my voice went from station to station to state?
Some loud thunder
sometimes there's no telling if we're ok
there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town
which are falling down for people
to stand in their place;
to try to make something great
stay on E chord and go thru the chorus:
F#m D
That's just a part of the story
E A
And it could be maybe something complete someday
F#m
At the end of the quarry
D E A
yes that was me digging holes for all the world to see
F#m D
a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
E A
and slap us all on the teeth
F#m
But there's always more unless I'm mistaken
D
tell me when do mouths close
E A
and people gracefully retreat
3rd verse just like the other two:
New York calling
at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth
but there's no telling
from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV
Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement
that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient
That's me
Am I late?
Final chorus with same advice as before:
That's the state of my story
and it may be one day something complete
At the end of the quarry
I have dug a hole for all the world to see
A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
and slap us all on the feet
but there's always mre unless I'm mistaken
Tell me when do mouths close
and people gracefully retreat?
TABBED FOR YOU BY YOUR FRIEND PANILSON
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