Biografía:
Apadrinados por el siempre clarividente Alan McGee, Glasvegas son ya un grupo que seguir en Gran Bretaña. Considerados la mejor banda escocesa en años, el cuarteto de Glasgow, formado por James Allan, Rab Allan, Paul Donoghue y Caroline McKay, recupera el espíritu shoegaze y lo aplica a la herencia rockabilly de los 50 y a la de las girls bands de los 60 (atención a su fantástica versión de Be My Baby de The Ronettes). Daddy's gone fue su tarjeta de presentación para muchos.
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Otras canciones:
- Daddys Gone
- Flowers And Football Tops
- It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
- Polmont On My Mind
- A Snowflake Fell And It Felt Like A Kiss
- Be My Baby
- Change
- Cruel Moon
- Euphoria Take My Hand
- Geraldine
- Go Square Go
- Ice Cream Van
- Its My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
- Later When The Tv Turns To Static
- Lonesome Swan
- Lots Sometimes
- My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
- Neon Bedroom
- Please Come Back Home
- The Prettiest Thing On Saltcoats Beach
- The World Is Yours
- Whitey
¡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!
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Intro
E A
My street as I remember is still the same
G# A G#
Wonder what the people around here say
F# G#
Only I can turn things the other way
A
I think my friends have all gave up me
E A
Untie my chains, I reach out in apology
G# A G#
Then dance dance dance dance dance into the future with me
F#
Beware the fences, and the prison defences
G#
And the lies they say inside these walls,
A E
Commitments involuntary
E A
It's later when the TV turns to static
G# A
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G# F# G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
A E
Now the outside world looks so cinematic
E A G# A G# F# G# A
E A
Only the lonely, in this correctional facility
G# A
Isn’t it sad, isn’t it sad, isn’t it a pity
G#
In the still of every night
F# G# A E
I pray for the dumbest to be loved unwillingly
A G#
From in a place no where no man truly
A G#
Can ever really walk away
F# G# A
I didn’t want to walk away
E A
It's later when the TV turns to static
G# A
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G# F# G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
A E
Now the outside world looks so cinematic
E A G# A G# F# G# A
E A
It's later when the TV turns to static
G# A
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G# F# G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
A E
Now the outside world looks so cinematic
E A
It's later when the TV turns to static
G# A
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G# F# G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
A E
Now the outside world looks so cinematic
E A G# A G# F# G# A E
Intro
E A
My street as I remember is still the same
G# A G#
Wonder what the people around here say
F# G#
Only I can turn things the other way
A
I think my friends have all gave up me
E A
Untie my chains, I reach out in apology
G# A G#
Then dance dance dance dance dance into the future with me
F#
Beware the fences, and the prison defences
G#
And the lies they say inside these walls,
A E
Commitments involuntary
E A
It's later when the TV turns to static
G# A
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G# F# G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
A E
Now the outside world looks so cinematic
E A G# A G# F# G# A
E A
Only the lonely, in this correctional facility
G# A
Isn’t it sad, isn’t it sad, isn’t it a pity
G#
In the still of every night
F# G# A E
I pray for the dumbest to be loved unwillingly
A G#
From in a place no where no man truly
A G#
Can ever really walk away
F# G# A
I didn’t want to walk away
E A
It's later when the TV turns to static
G# A
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G# F# G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
A E
Now the outside world looks so cinematic
E A G# A G# F# G# A
E A
It's later when the TV turns to static
G# A
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G# F# G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
A E
Now the outside world looks so cinematic
E A
It's later when the TV turns to static
G# A
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G# F# G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
A E
Now the outside world looks so cinematic
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