Surfer Blood, también conocidos como TV Club, grupo formado a principios de 2008 en West Palm Beach, en Florida, Estados Unidos por John Paul Pitts, Tyler Schwarz, Tomas Kekete, Brian Black.
¡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!
#------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------------# This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #--------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Artist: Surfer Blood Album: 1000 Palms Song: Saber-Tooth & Bone tabber: John Baer ([email protected]) tabbed on 5/28/2015
(Power chords)
G#C#D#G#ED# I've waited so long to find you, to see you clearly G#C#D#G#ED#G# Hidden in fog just out of my reach, I knew that you'd find me
G#C#D#G#ED# (Oo oo ooo ooo, ooo ooo) x2
G#C#D#G#ED# I was zoomed in on a narrow bend, of car alarms G#C#D#G#ED# Now I can hear the french horns playing, through all the dissonance
G#C#G#C# Sometimes I can dwell on shortcomings, but you can see the better part of me G#C# You know our lives have only just begun, and we'll be old and gray before it's all done G#C# You know that I have searched the Earth for you
D#C#G#FC# Every day, we'll be clearing the cobwebs away, trying hard to make ourselves a home G#FC#G#FC# Out of cinnamon and chrome, and the day we finally make it ours G#FC# Then we can never be undone
G#C#D#G#ED# (Oo oo ooo ooo, ooo ooo) x2
G#C#D#G#ED# I've counted the hours, and I'm sure we both are ready G#C#D#G#ED# Pacing the floor like something is missing I dream of past lives
G#C#G#C# Sometimes I can dwell on shortcomings, but you can see the better part of me G#C# You know our lives have only just begun, and we'll be old and gray before it's all done G#C# You know that I have searched the Earth for you
D#C#G#FC# Every day, we'll be clearing the cobwebs away, trying hard to make ourselves a home G#FC#G#FC# Out of cinnamon and chrome, and the day we finally make it ours G#FC# Then we can never be undone