Biografía:
Lo primero que llama la atención es ese falsete al borde del desmayo con el que Hayden Thorpe acorta distancias entre Suede y el pop británico de nuevo cuño. Lo segundo, la riqueza cromática y rítmica de la que los de Leeds hace gala en “Two Dancers”, álbum que dobla la apuesta de su debut, “Limbo, Panto”, y refuerza esa mezcla de funk marciano, art-pop y glam desafiante. Como unos Vampire Weekend liderados por Antony Hegarty, Wild Beasts
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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!
Playing this on ukulele w/capo so sorry if it's a bit off on guitar.
Intro:
F C F C
F
How can you pine anymore
C
it is beautiful
F C
and for all, unavoidable
F C
so here are his bones
F C
and his grinning skull
F C
so now he is home
F C
to the bluebottles
C Em Am F
Em F
He who was your bull
G F
and made the shadows run
C
And I understand
F C
in all things he was quite the man
F C
but now perched on his skull
F C
he wears cuckolds horns
F C
they're growing full
F C
pushing through the soil
Em F
pools gathering round my knees
G F
temptation leers at me from every door
F C
so these are his bones
Em F C
why won't you leave them alone?
Em F
worms crowding her feet
G F
trying to pull me back to their holes
Em F
tap-tapping in the room below
G F
nothing more than dead piles of bones
saying:
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heaaaaaaaart'
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em Am
with big black boots we stomp the roots
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em F
with big black boots we stomp the roof
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Am F
HEAVE-HO
G Am
HEAVE-HO
Intro:
F C F C
F
How can you pine anymore
C
it is beautiful
F C
and for all, unavoidable
F C
so here are his bones
F C
and his grinning skull
F C
so now he is home
F C
to the bluebottles
C Em Am F
Em F
He who was your bull
G F
and made the shadows run
C
And I understand
F C
in all things he was quite the man
F C
but now perched on his skull
F C
he wears cuckolds horns
F C
they're growing full
F C
pushing through the soil
Em F
pools gathering round my knees
G F
temptation leers at me from every door
F C
so these are his bones
Em F C
why won't you leave them alone?
Em F
worms crowding her feet
G F
trying to pull me back to their holes
Em F
tap-tapping in the room below
G F
nothing more than dead piles of bones
saying:
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heaaaaaaaart'
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em Am
with big black boots we stomp the roots
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em F
with big black boots we stomp the roof
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Am F
HEAVE-HO
G Am
HEAVE-HO
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Wild Silk
Wild Sweet Orang (...)
Wildermiss
Wilderness Love
WILDES
wildfire.
Wildflowers