Biografía:
Darren Hanlon is a singer/songwriter from Gympie in Queensland, Australia.
Before becoming a solo artist in 1999, he was a member of The Simpletons, and contributed backing guitar and keyboards for The Lucksmiths, The Deerhunters, and Mick Thomas.
Darren is known for his engaging and down-to-earth folk-pop storytelling as well as his often charming lyrics.
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Otras canciones:
- A To Z
- All These Things
- Butterfly Bones
- Cast Of Thousands
- Couch Surfing
- Elbows
- Falling Aeroplanes
- Fire Engine
- Folk Insomnia
- Home
- I Wish That I Was Beautiful For You
- Kickstand Song
- Modern History
- Notes On Leaving
- Ostracism Of Vinny Lalor
- Punks Not Dead
- Record Store
- Scenes From A Separation
- She Cuts Hair
- Spend Christmas Day With Me
- The Guitar
- When You Go
¡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!
Darren Hanlon - Couch Surfing
C#
C#
Well I haven't paid rent in a month or more
Bbm G#
I'm couch surfing
C#
And I don't have a key cause I don't have a door
Bbm G#
I'm couch surfing
F#
I'm not taking calls
I'm between houses
C#
C#
Of my material possessions I've lost track
Bbm G#
I didn't need them
C#
Everything I need fits in my backpack
Bbm G#
I call it freedom
F# Ebm
A pair of jeans some shirts and a guitar lead
F# Ebm
A toothbrush, socks and a paperback reader
C# Bbm F# C# Eb
All the rest is what's hanging off of me
C#
F#
And I'm not answering questions
I'm between houses
C#
C# Bbm G#
Outside the night is cold and stormy
C# Bbm G#
And you blew up the air mattress for me
F# Ebm
We'll talk all night like an open book
F# Ebm
And I'll sleep on every breath you took
C# Bbm F# C# Eb
Before you leave I'll sneak a look up at you
F# G#
C#
But there's an old saying that could bare retelling
Bbm G#
When you're couch surfing:
C#
'the guest should leave before the fish starts smelling'
Bbm G#
When your couch surfing
F# Ebm
It's romantically existential
F# Ebm
To reduce your life to the bare essential
C# Bbm F# C# Eb
All that which is inconsequential guides me
Bbm
F# Ebm
But this whole theory really depends
F# Ebm
On weather or not you've got good friends
F# Ebm
And all this weightlessness the philosopher preach
F# Ebm
Reduces you to societies leach
F# Ebm
But tonight i've landed on my feet
F# Ebm
I'm still one friend away from the bum on the street
F# Ebm
And i've used up all my good will vouchers
F# Ebm
On every single friend with couches
F# Ebm
It won't be long before they'll ask me to leave
F# Ebm
It's time i cut myself some keys
C# Bbm F# C# Eb F# C#
Give me a pen i'll sign a lease and go get me a home
Thats the whole song. HY.
C#
C#
Well I haven't paid rent in a month or more
Bbm G#
I'm couch surfing
C#
And I don't have a key cause I don't have a door
Bbm G#
I'm couch surfing
F#
I'm not taking calls
I'm between houses
C#
C#
Of my material possessions I've lost track
Bbm G#
I didn't need them
C#
Everything I need fits in my backpack
Bbm G#
I call it freedom
F# Ebm
A pair of jeans some shirts and a guitar lead
F# Ebm
A toothbrush, socks and a paperback reader
C# Bbm F# C# Eb
All the rest is what's hanging off of me
C#
F#
And I'm not answering questions
I'm between houses
C#
C# Bbm G#
Outside the night is cold and stormy
C# Bbm G#
And you blew up the air mattress for me
F# Ebm
We'll talk all night like an open book
F# Ebm
And I'll sleep on every breath you took
C# Bbm F# C# Eb
Before you leave I'll sneak a look up at you
F# G#
C#
But there's an old saying that could bare retelling
Bbm G#
When you're couch surfing:
C#
'the guest should leave before the fish starts smelling'
Bbm G#
When your couch surfing
F# Ebm
It's romantically existential
F# Ebm
To reduce your life to the bare essential
C# Bbm F# C# Eb
All that which is inconsequential guides me
Bbm
F# Ebm
But this whole theory really depends
F# Ebm
On weather or not you've got good friends
F# Ebm
And all this weightlessness the philosopher preach
F# Ebm
Reduces you to societies leach
F# Ebm
But tonight i've landed on my feet
F# Ebm
I'm still one friend away from the bum on the street
F# Ebm
And i've used up all my good will vouchers
F# Ebm
On every single friend with couches
F# Ebm
It won't be long before they'll ask me to leave
F# Ebm
It's time i cut myself some keys
C# Bbm F# C# Eb F# C#
Give me a pen i'll sign a lease and go get me a home
Thats the whole song. HY.
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