Biografía:
Los Campesinos! son una banda de Gales que recuerda mucho al pop de Architecture In Helsinki (y con un cierto parecido en la estructura de las canciones a algunos temas de Broken Social Scene), confirmándose en una de las propuestas más frescas para este año. Entre sus contadas composiciones destacan (toda una declaración de intenciones), It Started With A Mixx , We Throw Parties, You Throw Knives o la excelente You! Me! Dancing!. El grupo en cuestión nació en 2006 y no contaba más que con un par de EPs en el mercado
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Otras canciones:
- Heart Swells/pacific Daylight Time
- Knee Deep At Atp
- The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future
- You! Me! Dancing!
- 5 Flucloxacillin
- A Litany Heart Swells
- A Portrait Of The Trequartista As A Young Man
- A Slow Slow Death
- As Lucerne The Low
- Avocado Baby
- Baby I Got The Death Rattle
- Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Break Beats
- By Your Hand
- Cemetery Gaits
- Coda A Burn Scar In The Shape Of The Sooner State
- Drop It Doe Eyes
- Fall Of Home
- For Flotsam
- For Whom The Belly Tolls
- Four Seasons
- Glue Me
- Got Stendhals
- Hate For The Island
- Hello Sadness
- Hung Empty
- I Broke Up In Amarante
- I Just Sighed I Just Sighed Just So You Know
- In Medias Res
- It Started With A Mixx
- Its Never That Easy Though Is It Song For The Other Kurt
- Letters From Me To Charlotte
- Life Is A Long Time
- Miserabilia
- My Year In Lists
- Renato Dallara
- Romance Is Boring
- Sad Suppers
- Selling Rope Swan Dive To Estuary
- She Crows Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown 4
- Songs About Your Girlfriend
- Sweet Dreams Sweet Cheeks
- The Time Before The Last Time
- This Is A Flag There Is No Wind
- Tiptoe Through The True Bits
- To The Boneyard
- To Tundra
- Too Many Flesh Suppers
- We Are All Accelerated Readers
- What Death Leaves Behind
- When Christmas Comes
- Who Fell Asleep In
- Yr Boyfriend
¡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!
Bm
We burnt all the skin
From the palm of my hands
D
With an old zippo lighter
And deodorant can
G D
I went to the palmist and asked her to read
G
No heart line, No sun line
D
No life line, No need.
Bm
Said all that I wanted was a quiet life
A
Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
G
Into my flesh and the broad she agreed
D
One look in my sad eyes she had to concede
Bm D
"Baby... the girdle of venus got me
G
Got me down on my knees.
G Bm D
Bm D
And baby... baby I got the death rattle and
A G
You're six months old s-shakin' me."
Bm G D
Bm
Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car
D
On the walk back to your house In the cold from City Arms
G
In the frost I drew a dick
Bm
For every girl that wouldn't fuck me
G
Woke early the next morning to see
D
The frost had bitten me
D Bm
My blisters black and touch cold
Bm
Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
A D
The kind of gift I'd give you
G
Like a less committed Van Gogh
G D G
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
A G
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
D Bm
Your halo slipped to frame you
Bm
Like a photo, a porthole window
D
I see blood spill in the pure snow
A
You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
G D G
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
A G
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
D G
If you were tomorrow, I'd be today
D
And this is the end
Riff on D here for a bit
(I'm serious, so listen)
D
Baby I got the death rattle
Bm G
And baby I got it bad
D
I've been digging my grave for quite some time
Em G
When I'm not digging up the past
D
And I chewed my only necktie
Bm G
From the metal frame of my bed
D
Where I tied your wrists together
Em G
Spent all night givin'
(Oh, you get the message)
D
Not headstone
Bm
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned
D
Not headstone
Em
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned
D
Not headstone
A
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned
We burnt all the skin
From the palm of my hands
D
With an old zippo lighter
And deodorant can
G D
I went to the palmist and asked her to read
G
No heart line, No sun line
D
No life line, No need.
Bm
Said all that I wanted was a quiet life
A
Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
G
Into my flesh and the broad she agreed
D
One look in my sad eyes she had to concede
Bm D
"Baby... the girdle of venus got me
G
Got me down on my knees.
G Bm D
Bm D
And baby... baby I got the death rattle and
A G
You're six months old s-shakin' me."
Bm G D
Bm
Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car
D
On the walk back to your house In the cold from City Arms
G
In the frost I drew a dick
Bm
For every girl that wouldn't fuck me
G
Woke early the next morning to see
D
The frost had bitten me
D Bm
My blisters black and touch cold
Bm
Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
A D
The kind of gift I'd give you
G
Like a less committed Van Gogh
G D G
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
A G
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
D Bm
Your halo slipped to frame you
Bm
Like a photo, a porthole window
D
I see blood spill in the pure snow
A
You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
G D G
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
A G
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
D G
If you were tomorrow, I'd be today
D
And this is the end
Riff on D here for a bit
(I'm serious, so listen)
D
Baby I got the death rattle
Bm G
And baby I got it bad
D
I've been digging my grave for quite some time
Em G
When I'm not digging up the past
D
And I chewed my only necktie
Bm G
From the metal frame of my bed
D
Where I tied your wrists together
Em G
Spent all night givin'
(Oh, you get the message)
D
Not headstone
Bm
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned
D
Not headstone
Em
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned
D
Not headstone
A
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned
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