of Montreal es un grupo de indie pop/rock originario de Athens, Georgia, Estados Unidos. Kevin Barnes, vocalista de la banda, decidió llamar al grupo "of Montreal" tras un romance fallido con una chica originaria de Montreal, Canadá. La banda se formó en 1996, y su disco debut, "Cherry Peel", salió a la venta en 1997, seguido por el EP "The Bird Who Continues to Eat the Rabbit's Flower". El segundo LP de of Montreal fue "The Bedside Drama: A Petite Tragedy", grabado en su mayoría en la casa de Kevin Barnes en Athens.
¡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!
Written by: of Montreal Off the record 'Aureate Gloom' Transcribed by: Alex Prodanovic Date: 1/14/15
I took my best guess at the lyrics from live videos as they don't exist in any offical capacity yet. This is my Second tab, my email is [email protected]. I would massively appreicate any corrections or criticisms! Thanks, I hope you enjoy playing this song as much as I have!
In the final line of each verse there is a F# I have put in parentheses, this is intended to highlight that a F# bass note is played right before jumping into the A chord following it.
Verse 1:
EmBmEmBm The Natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is EmBmEmBm Some fucker took whats mine now he's making like she's his G#m (F#) AG#mC#mAAm6 your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift, oh-oh ahh, oh-oh ahh EmBmEmBm such a stupid offering what's it meant to symbolize EmBmEmBm hostile immobility is that something to prize? G#m (F#) AG#mC#mAAm6 Flood lights generate a hum, render sleeping some myth of man, oh-oh ahh, oh-oh ahh
Chorus 1:
CFFmin7A#AA/G this morning finds me alive with my face pressed in the glass door FCC9 this summer's been nothing but rain A#AA nature is writhing in her own filth again EmBmEmBmEmBmEmBm ooooooh-ooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh
Verse 2:
EmBmEmBm Took the bus to plaza de toros, on a dare EmBm you cried all through the bullfight EmBm and cursed me for taking you there G#m (F#) AG#m7C#mAAm6 riding back in silence to the hostel thinking only oh, only estocadas, ahh
Final Chorus:
CFFmin7A#AA/G this morning finds me lying with my face pressed to the glass door FCC9 this summer's been nothing but rain A#AA nature is writhing in her own filth again EmBmEmBmEmBmEmBm ooooooh-ooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh EmBmEmBmEmBmEmBmEm ooooooh-ooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh