Biografía:
Frog Eyes son una banda de indie rock canadiense provenientes de Victoria, British Columbia.
El cuarteto esta lideado por el vocal y guitarrista Carey Mercer quien se caracteriza por sus melodicos vocales yuxtapuestos a sus girantes masas hechas guitarra con teclados y su bateria.
La baterista (y tambien esposa de Mercer) Melanie Campbell se hace notar en el uso de un "dinger" como parte de su bateria como elemento especial.
Antes de estar en Frog Eyes Mercer formaba parte de Blue Pine
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Otras canciones:
- A Flower In A Glove
- Claxxons Lament
- Crystal Blip
- Deaths Ship
- Dont Give Up Your Dreams
- I Aint Around Much
- Idle Songs
- Lear In Love
- Odettas War
- On A Finely Sewn Sleeve
- Rejoinders In A Storm
- Rip Down The Fences That Fence The Garden
- The Beat Is Down Four Wretched Singers Beyond Any World That You Have Known
- The Country Child
- The Sensitive Girls
- Two Girls One For Heaven And The Other One For Rome
¡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!
[Verse 1]
Bb
Oh, the Roman ambassador was torn a, torn apart by plaster
Dm
And reassembled after:
Gm Dm
The 40, 40 years of bombing:
Gm Dm
They were wild and they were crying,
Eb
In the picture where the smoke cleared
F
They'll tear your body, body from your beard
F# F
And watch as the planes burn the boats from the isle
[Verse 2]
Bb
A board is a board when the pulpit, pulpit meets the sword
Dm
And the poet has been bored
Gm Dm
He's seen Fire and he's seen Pain
Gm Dm
Oh the tedium has stained,
Eb
O Vergil, get your rake out
F
There's a pastor to be pulled
F# F
And 60 miles west of Rome: "I stopped some dreadful hoard."
[Verse 3]
Bb
And I know I know I, la-la-la-la-la,
Dm
And I will let my body go, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
Gm Dm
And when it goes and then it stinks
Gm Dm
There will be beauty in its stink
Eb
And the last rays of the fink
F
Will suppose themselves to shine
F# F
Upon the corpse of Stinking Gold
[Interlude]
Dm
That has fallen oh into brine, ine, ine, ine, oh
Bb Dm Bb Dm
Idle song, Oh, oh Idle song dadado
Bb Dm Bb Dm
Idle song, hoo-hoo-hoo Idle song dada
Bb Dm Bb Dm
Idle song, Idle song dadado
Bb Dm Bb
Idle song, hoo-hoo-hoo Idle song
[Outro]
Dm Bb x8
Bb
Oh, the Roman ambassador was torn a, torn apart by plaster
Dm
And reassembled after:
Gm Dm
The 40, 40 years of bombing:
Gm Dm
They were wild and they were crying,
Eb
In the picture where the smoke cleared
F
They'll tear your body, body from your beard
F# F
And watch as the planes burn the boats from the isle
[Verse 2]
Bb
A board is a board when the pulpit, pulpit meets the sword
Dm
And the poet has been bored
Gm Dm
He's seen Fire and he's seen Pain
Gm Dm
Oh the tedium has stained,
Eb
O Vergil, get your rake out
F
There's a pastor to be pulled
F# F
And 60 miles west of Rome: "I stopped some dreadful hoard."
[Verse 3]
Bb
And I know I know I, la-la-la-la-la,
Dm
And I will let my body go, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
Gm Dm
And when it goes and then it stinks
Gm Dm
There will be beauty in its stink
Eb
And the last rays of the fink
F
Will suppose themselves to shine
F# F
Upon the corpse of Stinking Gold
[Interlude]
Dm
That has fallen oh into brine, ine, ine, ine, oh
Bb Dm Bb Dm
Idle song, Oh, oh Idle song dadado
Bb Dm Bb Dm
Idle song, hoo-hoo-hoo Idle song dada
Bb Dm Bb Dm
Idle song, Idle song dadado
Bb Dm Bb
Idle song, hoo-hoo-hoo Idle song
[Outro]
Dm Bb x8
From Zero
Fronda
Front 242
Front Country
Front Range