Biografía:
Con ''The End Of History'' (2006), el joven cantautor dublinés Fionn Regan se estrena como un songwriter eminentemente poético. Practicando una poesía contemporánea teñida con un refinado sentido del humor, su lírica está puntuada por algunas obsesiones, como la infancia y la geografía, para dar forma a frágiles arquitecturas de música ingrávida, pequeños himnos bucólicos fuera del tiempo y del espacio. Canciones felizmente desnudas que afloran en toda su desgarradora sinceridad de la mano de acordes de guitarra hipnóticos
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¡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!
Thought it was about time someone got this song out on the internet.
Cappo 5
C Em F
Down here underneath the microscope,
C
it's hard to cope.
don't hide your face in your hands,
Em F
'cause if your eyes play tricks,
C F
it's outta my control.
G C F
it's gonna be a long cold winter.
G C
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
if you don't love me, well, don't shove me
out into the dark
without a flashlight or a spark.
any stitches cling like bitches to my arms
for all my charms.
it's gonna be a crooked little winter
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
C F
G Em
she's walking home
F
to the devil's flowers.
G Em
the broken bones
F
of heavy hours.
G Em
we stayed out late,
F
it's a lighthouse trait.
G Em F F C C
and we'll take our time Time
You can figure the little picking bits out for yourself, there not hard just played
around the Chord
Cappo 5
C Em F
Down here underneath the microscope,
C
it's hard to cope.
don't hide your face in your hands,
Em F
'cause if your eyes play tricks,
C F
it's outta my control.
G C F
it's gonna be a long cold winter.
G C
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
if you don't love me, well, don't shove me
out into the dark
without a flashlight or a spark.
any stitches cling like bitches to my arms
for all my charms.
it's gonna be a crooked little winter
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
C F
G Em
she's walking home
F
to the devil's flowers.
G Em
the broken bones
F
of heavy hours.
G Em
we stayed out late,
F
it's a lighthouse trait.
G Em F F C C
and we'll take our time Time
You can figure the little picking bits out for yourself, there not hard just played
around the Chord
Firehouse
Firewoodisland
First Aid Kit
First Circle
Fit For Rivals
Fkj (french Kiwi (...)
Flaming Lips
Flanagan And All (...)
Flannel Graph
Flans