Biografía:
El responsable de Flying Nun, sello descubridor de los neocelandeses Chills, comentó que Nueva Zelanda está tan lejos que los kiwis pueden permitirse el lujo de experimentar todo lo que les apetece. Escucha "Submarine Bells" de los Chills, canciones sofisticadas de pop vaporoso y onírico, lleno de estratos sonoros, que transporta a los verdes paisajes de Nueva Zelanda, al vuelo de los albatros que anidan en sus acantilados, a la profundidad del Océano que golpea sus costas, y que empuja hacia sus orillas a tantas ballenas suicidas.
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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!
Heavenly Pop Hit
From: Submarine Bells
Each [C]evening the [Am]sun sets in [F]five billion [G]places
Seen by [C]ten billion [Am]eyes set in [F]five billion [G]faces
Then they [C]close in a [Am]daze and [F]wait for the [G]dawning
But the [Am]daylight and [D]sunlight
Are [G]brighter in our eyes
Where [E]night cannot de[F]vour [G]golden solar power
[C]Once we were [Am]damned -- now I [F]guess we are [G]angels
For we [C]passed through the [Am]dark and [F]eluded the [G]dangers
Then a[C]woke with a [Am]start, to [F]startling [G]changes
All the [Am]tension has [D]ended
The [G]sentence -- suspended
And [E]darkness now [F]sparkles and [G]gleams
And it [Am]all see[C]ms [F]larger than [G]life to me
I [Am]find it [C] rather [F]hard to be[G]lieve
And so I [C]stand and the [Am]sound goes [F]straight through my [G]body
I'm so [C]bloated up [Am]happy I could [F]throw things a[G]round me
And I'm [Am]growing in [D]stages
And [G]have been for ages
Just [E]singing, and [F]floating -- and [G]free
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[C]Dum te [D]dum dum, [G]dum te dum dum
It's a [E]heavenly [F]pop hit -- if [G]anyone wants it
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[C]Dum te [D]dum dum, [G]dum te dum dum
It's a [E]heavenly [F]pop hit... it's [G]something that we're humming
As we [C]swoop low on [Am]trees or we [F]sweep under [G]carpets
We could [C]dive into [Am]suns though it's [F]not recom[G]mended
We can [Am]hover, [D]silent
And [G]listen -- closely? [E] [F] [G]
It [Am]all see[C]ms [F]larger than [G]life to me
I [Am]find it [C] [F]hard to be[G]lieve
So [C]where was our [Am]home? Well -- our [F]home was in [G]tears
For its [C]fruit had gone [Am]bad, they'd been [F]that way for [G]years
Yet their [Am]lives are e[D]lastic
They [G]should be fantastic
They [E]should be ex[F]panding... [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[C]Dum te [D]dum dum, [G]dum te dum dum
It's a [E]heavenly [F]pop hit -- if [G]anyone wants it
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[C]Dum te [D]dum dum, [G]dum te dum dum
It's a [E]heavenly [F]pop hit -- for [G]anybody
For [G]those that still want it
From: Submarine Bells
Each [C]evening the [Am]sun sets in [F]five billion [G]places
Seen by [C]ten billion [Am]eyes set in [F]five billion [G]faces
Then they [C]close in a [Am]daze and [F]wait for the [G]dawning
But the [Am]daylight and [D]sunlight
Are [G]brighter in our eyes
Where [E]night cannot de[F]vour [G]golden solar power
[C]Once we were [Am]damned -- now I [F]guess we are [G]angels
For we [C]passed through the [Am]dark and [F]eluded the [G]dangers
Then a[C]woke with a [Am]start, to [F]startling [G]changes
All the [Am]tension has [D]ended
The [G]sentence -- suspended
And [E]darkness now [F]sparkles and [G]gleams
And it [Am]all see[C]ms [F]larger than [G]life to me
I [Am]find it [C] rather [F]hard to be[G]lieve
And so I [C]stand and the [Am]sound goes [F]straight through my [G]body
I'm so [C]bloated up [Am]happy I could [F]throw things a[G]round me
And I'm [Am]growing in [D]stages
And [G]have been for ages
Just [E]singing, and [F]floating -- and [G]free
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[C]Dum te [D]dum dum, [G]dum te dum dum
It's a [E]heavenly [F]pop hit -- if [G]anyone wants it
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[C]Dum te [D]dum dum, [G]dum te dum dum
It's a [E]heavenly [F]pop hit... it's [G]something that we're humming
As we [C]swoop low on [Am]trees or we [F]sweep under [G]carpets
We could [C]dive into [Am]suns though it's [F]not recom[G]mended
We can [Am]hover, [D]silent
And [G]listen -- closely? [E] [F] [G]
It [Am]all see[C]ms [F]larger than [G]life to me
I [Am]find it [C] [F]hard to be[G]lieve
So [C]where was our [Am]home? Well -- our [F]home was in [G]tears
For its [C]fruit had gone [Am]bad, they'd been [F]that way for [G]years
Yet their [Am]lives are e[D]lastic
They [G]should be fantastic
They [E]should be ex[F]panding... [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[C]Dum te [D]dum dum, [G]dum te dum dum
It's a [E]heavenly [F]pop hit -- if [G]anyone wants it
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[D]Oh... [Am] [F] [G]
[C]Dum te [D]dum dum, [G]dum te dum dum
It's a [E]heavenly [F]pop hit -- for [G]anybody
For [G]those that still want it
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