Bright Eyes es una banda de indie rock conformada por el guitarrista y cantautor Conor Oberst, el multiinstrumentista y productor Mike Mogis, y una alineación rotativa de colaboradores provenientes principalmente de la escena indie de Omaha, Nebraska. La facilidad que tiene Oberst para la crítica social y la filosofía le han hecho ganarse comparaciones con Bob Dylan, aunque sus temas más oscuros, de depresión, ansiedad y alcoholismo tienen más reminiscencias a Leonard Cohen o a Simon Joyner.
¡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!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- LOVER I DON'T HAVE TO LOVE - Bright Eyes ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: David Email: [email protected]
Tuning:Standard
NOTE: this isn't intended to be an accurate transcription of the song. The real song is played on a keyboard and it sounds like crap when played on a guitar. My version is real easy to play, and it sounds great on guitar. You just have to figure out a strumming pattern. Email me if u got any questions or comments. Thanks.
[Verse 1] AmG I picked you out CF Of a crowd to talk to you AmG Said I liked your shoes CF You said thanks can I follow you? AmG So it's up the stairs CF And out of view, no prying eyes AmG I poured some wine CFE I asked your name you asked the time AmG Now it's two o'clock, CF the club is closed we're up the block AmG Your hands on me CF Pressing hard against your jeans AmG Your tongue in my mouth CF Trying to keep the words from coming out AmG You didn't care to know CFE Who else may have been you before
(the rest of the song follows the same pattern. I'm too lazy to do the rest :p)
[Verse 2] (same as verse 1)
I want a lover I don't have to love I want a girl who's to sad to give a fuck Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure I got the money if you got the time You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked Let's just take the train I'll meet up with the band in the morning Bad actors with bad habits Some sad singers They just play tragic And the phone's ringing And the van's leaving Let's just keep touching Let's just keep keep singing I want a lover I don't have to love I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk Where's the kid with the chemicals I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full I need some meaning I can memorize The kind I have always seems to slip my mind But you but you You write such pretty words But life's no story book Love is an excuse to get hurt And to hurt "Do you like to hurt?" "I do! I do!" "Then hurt me."