Biografía:
Banda australiana de rock alternativo, liderada por el guitarrista, cantante y compositor Tim Rogers. Fundada en 1989.
Lanzaron su primer EP "Snake Tide" en 1991. Su primer album "Sound As Ever" nació en 1993. Su última grabación ha sido en Septiembre de 2008 "Dilettantes".
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Otras canciones:
- Heavy Heart
- 4 Record
- And Vandalism
- Beautiful Girl
- Berlin Chair
- Boulder Fair
- Cathys Clown
- Come Home Wit Me
- Cream And The Crock
- Damage
- Deliverance
- Dress Me Slowly
- Fifteen
- Gone Gone Gone
- Gray
- Guys Girls Guitars
- Handwasher
- Heavy Comfort
- High Chair
- Hourly Daily
- Jewels And Bullets
- Judge Roy
- Junk
- Kick A Hole In The Sky
- Mr Milk
- Ordinary
- Plans
- Punkarella
- Purple Sneakers
- Sound As Ever
- The Applecross Wing Commander
- Top Of Morn Slip Of Day
- Trainspottin
- Tuesday
- What Rhymes With Cars And Girls
- Who Takes Who Home
¡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!
FIFTEEN
RIFF 1
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3-3--------------
VERSE 1
G Cm Am Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G Cm Am Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
G C Cm
The mirror on the living room wall aint been too kind since you hit grade four.
CHORUS
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G E/G# Am D/F#
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
(RIFF 1)
VERSE 2
G Cm Am Cm
He's the boy you got and here's the ticket stub that never won a prize.
G Cm Am Cm
And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face come straight from a fight.
G C Cm
But he answers we he calls and he's under six feet tall.
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
(RIFF 1)
BRIDGE
Em Em A A
He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
Cm Cm G G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
A A D D/C D/B D/Bb
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G Cm Am Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G Cm Am Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
G C Cm
The ones who shine so bright are made of broke come Friday night.
CHORUS
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G E/G# Am D/F#
Just put your things away, you know its just not your
BRIDGE
Em Em A A
He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
Cm Cm G G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
A A D D/C D/B D/Bb
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G E/G# Am D/F#
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
G E/G# Am D/F#
That's the way we're gonna get it right.
(RIFF 1)
CODA
3---3-3-3-3-3
3---3-3-3-3-3
4---4-4-4-4-4
5---5-5-5-5-5
5---5-5-5-5-5
3---3-3-3-3-3
RIFF 1
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----0------------ x 3
------4-2-3 4----
---------------1-
3-3--------------
VERSE 1
G Cm Am Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G Cm Am Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
G C Cm
The mirror on the living room wall aint been too kind since you hit grade four.
CHORUS
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G E/G# Am D/F#
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
(RIFF 1)
VERSE 2
G Cm Am Cm
He's the boy you got and here's the ticket stub that never won a prize.
G Cm Am Cm
And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face come straight from a fight.
G C Cm
But he answers we he calls and he's under six feet tall.
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
(RIFF 1)
BRIDGE
Em Em A A
He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
Cm Cm G G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
A A D D/C D/B D/Bb
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G Cm Am Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G Cm Am Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
G C Cm
The ones who shine so bright are made of broke come Friday night.
CHORUS
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G E/G# Am D/F#
Just put your things away, you know its just not your
BRIDGE
Em Em A A
He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
Cm Cm G G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
A A D D/C D/B D/Bb
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G E/G# Am D/F#
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
G E/G# Am D/F#
That's the way we're gonna get it right.
(RIFF 1)
CODA
3---3-3-3-3-3
3---3-3-3-3-3
4---4-4-4-4-4
5---5-5-5-5-5
5---5-5-5-5-5
3---3-3-3-3-3
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