Biografía:
The Script son un trío irlandés cuya música es capaz de sorprender con guiños que rompen los esquemas prestablecidos. Este es el nuevo sabor del soul celta, combinando líricas cercanas al hip hop en el flor, con la melodiosidad del pop, producción R&B y dinámica rock, construcciones clásicas de canciones con narrativa contemporánea.
Con toda la emoción y pasión que esperarías de allende el mar Irlandés pero brillante en su modernidad
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Otras canciones:
- Break Even
- Breakeven
- Exit Wounds
- Fall For Anything
- Flares
- For The First Time
- Hall Of Fame
- I'm Yours
- If You See Kay
- Mash-up
- Millionaires
- Never Seen Anything Quite Like You
- Nothing
- Rain
- Science And Faith
- Six Degrees Of Separation
- The Man Who Can't Be Moved
- The Man Who Cant Be Moved
- The Man Wo Can't Be Moved
- This Is Love
- We Cry
- Broken Arrow
- Glowing
- I’m Yours
- If You Could See Me Now
- If You Ever Come Back
- No Good In Goodbye
- Superheroes
- Talk You Down
- The Man Who Can’t Be Moved
- Anybody There
- Arms Open
- Army Of Angels
- Before The Worst
- Dead Man Walking
- Deliverance
- Divided States Of America
- Eden
- Freedom Child
- Give The Love Around
- Good In Goodbye
- Good Old Days
- Hail Rain Or Sunshine
- Hit The Wall
- Howl At The Moon
- Hurricanes
- Im Yours
- Its Not Right For You
- Live Like Were Dying
- Long Gone And Moved On
- Love Not Lovers
- Mad Love
- Make Up
- Man On A Wire
- No Man Is An Island
- No Sound Without Silence
- No Words
- Paint The Town Green
- Rock The World
- Rusty Halo
- Six Degrees Of Seperation
- Superheros
- The End Where I Begin
- The Energy Never Dies
- The Man That Cant Be Moved
- Walk Away
- Without Those Songs
- Wonders
- Written In The Scars
- You Wont Feel A Thing
¡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:
Bb C - x3 -
F
Bb C Bb
You touch these tired eyes of mine
C Bb
And map my face out line by line
C F E7
And somehow growing old feels fine
Bb C Bb
I listen close for I'm not smart
C Bb
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
C F E7
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart
Bb C
I may not have the softest touch
Bb C
I may not say the words as such
Bb C
And though I may not look like much
F E7
I'm yours
Bb C
And though my edges may be rough
Bb C
And never feel I'm quite enough
Bb C
It may not seem like very much
F E7
But I'm yours
Interlude: Dm F Gm E7 A7
Bb C Bb
You heeled these scars over time
C
Embraced my soul
Bb
You loved my mind
C F E7
You're the only angel in my life
Bb C Bb
The day news came my best friend died
C Bb
My knees went week and you saw me cry
C F E7
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes
Bb C
I may not have the softest touch
Bb C
I may not say the words as such
Bb C
And though I may not look like much
F E7
I'm yours
Bb C
And though my edges may be rough
Bb C
And never feel I'm quite enough
Bb C
It may not seem like very much
F E7
But I'm yours
Interlude - x2 -: Dm F Gm E7 A7
Bb C
I may not have the softest touch
Bb C
I may not say the words as such
Bb C
I know I don't fit in that much
F
I'm yours.
Bb C - x3 -
F
Bb C Bb
You touch these tired eyes of mine
C Bb
And map my face out line by line
C F E7
And somehow growing old feels fine
Bb C Bb
I listen close for I'm not smart
C Bb
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
C F E7
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart
Bb C
I may not have the softest touch
Bb C
I may not say the words as such
Bb C
And though I may not look like much
F E7
I'm yours
Bb C
And though my edges may be rough
Bb C
And never feel I'm quite enough
Bb C
It may not seem like very much
F E7
But I'm yours
Interlude: Dm F Gm E7 A7
Bb C Bb
You heeled these scars over time
C
Embraced my soul
Bb
You loved my mind
C F E7
You're the only angel in my life
Bb C Bb
The day news came my best friend died
C Bb
My knees went week and you saw me cry
C F E7
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes
Bb C
I may not have the softest touch
Bb C
I may not say the words as such
Bb C
And though I may not look like much
F E7
I'm yours
Bb C
And though my edges may be rough
Bb C
And never feel I'm quite enough
Bb C
It may not seem like very much
F E7
But I'm yours
Interlude - x2 -: Dm F Gm E7 A7
Bb C
I may not have the softest touch
Bb C
I may not say the words as such
Bb C
I know I don't fit in that much
F
I'm yours.
The Shady Brothe (...)
The Shangri-las
The Shelters
The Shins
The Shirelles