Biografía:
Murder by Death (Inicialmente conocido como Little Joe Gould) es una banda proveniente de Bloomington, Indiana. El nombre de la banda deriva de la película de 1976 del director Robert Moore llamada de la misma forma. La banda desempeña un amplio estilo musical incluyendo Rock Instrumental y Country Alternativo.
Proponen un estilo musical bastante propio, donde destaca el uso del Violonchelo Eléctrico para crear un sonido gótico y sureño con referencias al Viejo Oeste
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Otras canciones:
- As Long As There Is Whiskey In The World
- Brother
- King Of The Gutters Prince Of The Dog
- 52 Ford
- A Second Opinion
- Alas
- Another Year
- Ash
- Ball And Chain
- Big Dark Love
- Big Sleep
- Boy Decide
- Comin Home
- End Of The Line
- For Matt Davis
- Foxglove
- Fuego
- Ghost Fields
- Go To The Light
- Good Morning Magpie
- Hard World
- I Came Around
- It Will Never Die
- Kentucky Bourbon
- King Of The Gutters Prince Of The Dogs
- Last Thing
- Lost River
- My Evergreen
- No Oath No Spell
- On The Dark Streets Below
- Piece By Piece
- Rumbrave
- Send Me Home
- Shiola
- Solitary One
- Sometimes The Line Walks You
- Spring Break 1899
- Steal Away
- Steam Rising
- Stone
- The Devil Drives
- Three Men Hanging
- Until Morale Improves The Beathings Will Continue
- White Noise
¡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!
Intro
A D A D F#m D F#m D
A F#m A F#m
A dark wind, come from the fey.
A F#m A F#m
Blew under her skirt, and took her away.
A F#m A F#m
And now that she's gone, the land seems to change.
A F#m A E
Lights on the hills, have never looked so strange.
A D A D F#m D F#m D
A F#m A F#m
I pass by these houses, all out of the way.
A F#m
A lot of my friends came from here,
A E
but none of them still live here today.
A F#m
As I walk alone
A F#m
through the ghost fields that remain
A F#m
down the barren roads
D A E
i recall your ways
E F#m D
She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand.
E F#m D
I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man.
A D A D F#m D F#m D (X2)
E F#m D
She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand.
E F#m D
I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man.
D
Do you understand?
A D A D F#m D F#m D (X2)
E F#m D
This girl, this boy, They were part of the land.
E F#m D
What happens to the places we used to tend?
E F#m D
He's a hard one to trust, And she's a roving ghost.
E F#m D
Will you come back, will you come back, Or leave me alone?
E F#m D
Sons, sons, Full of anger & steam,
E F#m D
Did you find what you were searching for, Or did you bury the dream?
E F#m D
Daughters, daughters, Return to the fold.
E F#m D
Will you come back, will you come back, Now your children are grown?
E F#m D
She's alive, she's alive, A stone floating upstream
E F#m D
He was the pale rider on a dark horse in a coal black dream...
E F#m D (X3)
E
A D A D F#m D F#m D
A F#m A F#m
A dark wind, come from the fey.
A F#m A F#m
Blew under her skirt, and took her away.
A F#m A F#m
And now that she's gone, the land seems to change.
A F#m A E
Lights on the hills, have never looked so strange.
A D A D F#m D F#m D
A F#m A F#m
I pass by these houses, all out of the way.
A F#m
A lot of my friends came from here,
A E
but none of them still live here today.
A F#m
As I walk alone
A F#m
through the ghost fields that remain
A F#m
down the barren roads
D A E
i recall your ways
E F#m D
She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand.
E F#m D
I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man.
A D A D F#m D F#m D (X2)
E F#m D
She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand.
E F#m D
I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man.
D
Do you understand?
A D A D F#m D F#m D (X2)
E F#m D
This girl, this boy, They were part of the land.
E F#m D
What happens to the places we used to tend?
E F#m D
He's a hard one to trust, And she's a roving ghost.
E F#m D
Will you come back, will you come back, Or leave me alone?
E F#m D
Sons, sons, Full of anger & steam,
E F#m D
Did you find what you were searching for, Or did you bury the dream?
E F#m D
Daughters, daughters, Return to the fold.
E F#m D
Will you come back, will you come back, Now your children are grown?
E F#m D
She's alive, she's alive, A stone floating upstream
E F#m D
He was the pale rider on a dark horse in a coal black dream...
E F#m D (X3)
E
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