Biografía:
The Flatliners es una banda de punk rock de Toronto, Ontario, Canadá. Desde su formación en 2002, han sido una influencia creciente en la escena de punk/ska en el Área Metropolitana de Toronto. Actualmente, graban para el sello discográfico Fat Wreck Chords.
Discos
2002 Demo
2005 Destroy to Create
2007 The Great Awake
2010 Cavalcade
2013 Dead Language
Chris Cresswell (Guitarra, Voz), Scott Brigham (Guitarra), Jon Darbey (Bajo) y Paul Ramirez (Batería)
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Otras canciones:
- Arrhythmic Palpitations
- Birds Of England
- Carry The Banner
- Seven Drunken Nights
- Ashes Away
- Count Your Bruises
- Daggers
- Eulogy
- Fireball
- Hang My Head
- He Was A Jazzman
- Liver Alone
- Mastering The Worlds Smallest Violin
- Meanwhile In Hell
- Monumental
- Tail Feathers
- The Calming Collection
- These Words Are Like Bullets
- This Respirator
- What The Hell Happened To You
¡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!
The Flatliners
Momumental
Calvacade
2010
Submitted by: [email protected]
Key: Bb
Tuning: Standard EADGBe
Chords used:
Bb - x13331
F - 133211
Gm - 355333
Eb - x68886
Cm - x35543
G# - 466544
Intro: Eb--Gm-F-
Verse 1:
Eb
Ever since I pulled over
Bb
I've been looking for you
in the strangest places
Eb
With desperation painted
Bb
on my face and I'm shaking
Cm Gm
As I check every car window
Eb
in the parking lot
Cm
Swallowing these ashes whole
Gm
And know that soon I'll be
Eb Eb(hold)
in route to the hospital
Chorus 1:
Eb Bb
You'd think I've got it all
Eb Gm
until tires start to crawl
Eb Bb
I'm asleep at the wheel
Gm F
this binge is monumental
Verse 2:
Eb
Getting high in
a borrowed car
Bb
Listening to the
Eb
songs that got me this
far Into my own head
Bb
Just thinking of this
Cm
always thinking of this
Gm Eb
Put on a pair of sunglasses
G#
that turn February gray
Gm
into everything yellow
You'll always want to
Eb
see as much of the
sky As much of the
Eb(hold)
sky as possible
Chorus 2:
Eb Bb
You'd think I've got it all
Eb Gm
until tires start to crawl
Eb Bb
I'm asleep at the wheel
Gm F
this binge is monumental
Eb Bb
And I feel no pain at
Eb
all when these tires
Gm
screech down to a
Eb Bb
halt Asleep hitting
the wall this
Gm F
binge is monumental
Bridge:
Eb
Greet the world
with a poker face
Through empty
bottles in a haze
Bb
They won't suspect a
Cm
thing now will they?
Eb
Itemize your life
in a panicked state
So you can sleep at night
Bb
And dream about never
Cm
turning old and gray
Gm F
Catching my breath now
Gm
seems as useless as
F G#
airplane conversations
Gm
cause I enjoy toiling
Eb Eb(hold)
in all of my frustration
Chorus 3:
Eb Bb
You'd think I've got it all
Eb Gm
until tires start to crawl
Eb Bb
I'm asleep at the wheel
Gm F
this binge is monumental
Eb Bb
And I feel no pain at
Eb
all when these tires
Gm
screech down to a
Eb Bb
halt Asleep hitting
the wall this
Gm F
binge is monumental
Gm F
Our skin is peeling
G#
from the searing
Gm Eb Bb(hold)
steel surrounding us
Momumental
Calvacade
2010
Submitted by: [email protected]
Key: Bb
Tuning: Standard EADGBe
Chords used:
Bb - x13331
F - 133211
Gm - 355333
Eb - x68886
Cm - x35543
G# - 466544
Intro: Eb--Gm-F-
Verse 1:
Eb
Ever since I pulled over
Bb
I've been looking for you
in the strangest places
Eb
With desperation painted
Bb
on my face and I'm shaking
Cm Gm
As I check every car window
Eb
in the parking lot
Cm
Swallowing these ashes whole
Gm
And know that soon I'll be
Eb Eb(hold)
in route to the hospital
Chorus 1:
Eb Bb
You'd think I've got it all
Eb Gm
until tires start to crawl
Eb Bb
I'm asleep at the wheel
Gm F
this binge is monumental
Verse 2:
Eb
Getting high in
a borrowed car
Bb
Listening to the
Eb
songs that got me this
far Into my own head
Bb
Just thinking of this
Cm
always thinking of this
Gm Eb
Put on a pair of sunglasses
G#
that turn February gray
Gm
into everything yellow
You'll always want to
Eb
see as much of the
sky As much of the
Eb(hold)
sky as possible
Chorus 2:
Eb Bb
You'd think I've got it all
Eb Gm
until tires start to crawl
Eb Bb
I'm asleep at the wheel
Gm F
this binge is monumental
Eb Bb
And I feel no pain at
Eb
all when these tires
Gm
screech down to a
Eb Bb
halt Asleep hitting
the wall this
Gm F
binge is monumental
Bridge:
Eb
Greet the world
with a poker face
Through empty
bottles in a haze
Bb
They won't suspect a
Cm
thing now will they?
Eb
Itemize your life
in a panicked state
So you can sleep at night
Bb
And dream about never
Cm
turning old and gray
Gm F
Catching my breath now
Gm
seems as useless as
F G#
airplane conversations
Gm
cause I enjoy toiling
Eb Eb(hold)
in all of my frustration
Chorus 3:
Eb Bb
You'd think I've got it all
Eb Gm
until tires start to crawl
Eb Bb
I'm asleep at the wheel
Gm F
this binge is monumental
Eb Bb
And I feel no pain at
Eb
all when these tires
Gm
screech down to a
Eb Bb
halt Asleep hitting
the wall this
Gm F
binge is monumental
Gm F
Our skin is peeling
G#
from the searing
Gm Eb Bb(hold)
steel surrounding us
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