La banda liderada por Will Sheff, compositor que lleva varios años recibiendo muy buenas críticas por esas composiciones en las que brillan por igual el country alternativo y el indie-rock guitarrero, pretende conseguir lo que desde hace tiempo lleva buscando: un puesto de honor en la escena independiente internacional.
Se les ha comparado con Bright Eyes y su música evoca muy diferentes sensaciones, dependiendo de la garra que impregne cada una de las canciones de este The Stage Names, su mejor trabajo hasta el momento.
¡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!
Verse 1 chords: DADADA Baby's ball all blood red like flayed of pigs and silk soft little things DA Fill a house hung from strings EDA And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings EDAA2* With the other sardines over cities of things mommies need EDA Light as gas, and half-assedly free EDA Like I was in nineteen ninety three
Verse 2 chords: DADADA Over the ruins like we're staggering apes, what we get is what we take EDA In a split open place where a man can get kinged EDADA In a palace of panic and flames, where nobody gets blamed EDA By the tired, and broke down, and beat EDA Sunken gardens where there was a street
Verse 3: use verse 1 chords West over water I rambled and paced and the blood river raced like the sweat down my face And the stadium roared, and the warriors embraced And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes, and I blazed In the last orange hours of the day Until the dust hazed and hid us away
Bridge: DADAE Little baby, be brave, see dad riding over the rise DADAE His whole cavalcade through the crowd watch them run on all sides
Verse 4: use verse 1 chords And the neon white branches, and the carrion fly on a congressman's eye I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves and left under a rock out on Rockaway Beach beneath the trees I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze There's a hole in my throat, you can note my last wheeze if you need And then take hold of the rope down we scream