Biografía:
Waxahatchee es un proyecto de música indie estadounidense, formado en 2010 por la cantante y compositora estadounidense Katie Crutchfield, anteriormente miembro de P.S. Eliot. La banda lleva el nombre de Waxahatchee Creek, en Alabama, donde creció Crutchfield.
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Otras canciones:
- Bathtub
- Be Good
- Dixie Cups And Jars
- Game Of Pricks
- Hollow Bedroom
- I Think I Love You
- Misery Over Dispute
- You're Damaged
- 8 Ball
- A Little More
- Air
- American Weekend
- Black Candy
- Blue
- Blue Pt Ii
- Bonfire
- Brass Beam
- Breathless
- Brother Bryan
- Catfish
- Chapel Of Pines
- Clumsy
- Clumsy Nervous Energies Session
- Coast To Coast
- Fade
- Fish Eyes
- Grass Stain
- Grey Hair
- Half Moon
- Hear You
- La Loose
- Less Than
- Lips And Limbs
- Lively
- Luminary Blake
- Magic City Wholesale
- Michel
- Never Been Wrong
- No Curse
- No Question
- Noccalula
- Peace And Quiet
- Poison
- Recite Remorse
- Rose 1956
- Silver
- Singers No Star
- Sister Saint
- Slow You Down
- Sparks Fly
- Summer Of Love
- Swan Dive
- Takes So Much
- Tangled Envisioning
- The Dirt
- Under A Rock
- Waiting
- Whiskey And Math
- With You
- You Left Me With An Ocean
- Youre Damaged
- Youre Welcome
¡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!
Waxahatchee - Half Moon
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Album: Ivy Tripp (2015)
Tuning: Standard
Figure 1:
D D/E D D/E D D/E D D/E
e:---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------
b:---------------------------------------- ------2-2--------2-2--------2-2-------2--2---
G:---------------------------------------- OR --2---2-2--------2-2----2---2-2-------2--2---
D:--------7--------7---------7---------7-- --0---0-0--0-----0-0--0-0---0-0-0-----0--0-0-
A:--5-----5--7-----7--5------5--7------7-- -------------2-----2--------------2------2---
E:---------------------------------------- -------------0-----0--------------0------0---
Piano-style (how it was recorded) more "guitareque" approach if you prefer^^
Intro:
A
A
Curious impulse drifting slow in a state
E
In the darkness, in music, our imperfect escape
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
You're a good girl, a daughter of liars avenged
D D/E D D/E
And you paint such a picture, the departed, unhinged you make a splash
D E A
You're adored by strangers through glass
A
When we fuck up our rhythm this idea is a curse
E
I invite myself in and I think I kissed you first
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
But this glimpse at the past, it is tattered and trite
D D/E D D/E E (see Fig. 1)
Our love tastes like sugar but it pulls all the life out of me
D E A
Out of me
A
You cry to an old friend, to a hole in your heart
E
To a ghost in the fading strokes of your glorious art
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
And she lied when she said she would call you today
D D/E D D/E E
And you know I couldn't blame her the pain that you make it never dies
D E A
I hung it up in a wistful disguise
A
E
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
D E A
=======================
Album: Ivy Tripp (2015)
Tuning: Standard
Figure 1:
D D/E D D/E D D/E D D/E
e:---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------
b:---------------------------------------- ------2-2--------2-2--------2-2-------2--2---
G:---------------------------------------- OR --2---2-2--------2-2----2---2-2-------2--2---
D:--------7--------7---------7---------7-- --0---0-0--0-----0-0--0-0---0-0-0-----0--0-0-
A:--5-----5--7-----7--5------5--7------7-- -------------2-----2--------------2------2---
E:---------------------------------------- -------------0-----0--------------0------0---
Piano-style (how it was recorded) more "guitareque" approach if you prefer^^
Intro:
A
A
Curious impulse drifting slow in a state
E
In the darkness, in music, our imperfect escape
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
You're a good girl, a daughter of liars avenged
D D/E D D/E
And you paint such a picture, the departed, unhinged you make a splash
D E A
You're adored by strangers through glass
A
When we fuck up our rhythm this idea is a curse
E
I invite myself in and I think I kissed you first
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
But this glimpse at the past, it is tattered and trite
D D/E D D/E E (see Fig. 1)
Our love tastes like sugar but it pulls all the life out of me
D E A
Out of me
A
You cry to an old friend, to a hole in your heart
E
To a ghost in the fading strokes of your glorious art
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
And she lied when she said she would call you today
D D/E D D/E E
And you know I couldn't blame her the pain that you make it never dies
D E A
I hung it up in a wistful disguise
A
E
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
D D/E D D/E (see Fig. 1)
D E A
We Are Scientist (...)
We Are The Grand
We Are The In Cr (...)
We Banjo 3
We Bare Bears