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!
Okay, this is a very simple great song to play. It has a ver simple chord progression. For questions or comments: [email protected] Enjoy!!!!
Capo: 1st fret
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CFC See the soul singer in the session band CFG Shredded to ribbons beneath the microphone stand CFC Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan FGFGC For the soul singer in the session band (This chord progression is constant. So just keep playing it!)
Now a red carpet bagger makes a blackberry call To the plastic pirhana in the city of salt Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault
See the soul singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath the microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer in the session band
I had a lengthy discussion about the power of myth With a postmodern author who didn't exist In this fictitious world, our reality twists I was a hopeless romantic, now I'm just turning tricks
Just like that soul singer in the session band Shredded confetti beneath the microphone stand Saw the conflicts of interest, slipping cash in the hand Of the soul singer in the session band
Now his room is on fire since he painted it red There's a stranger, silk sequins at the foot of the bed He's been to weddings and funerals, but he still never wept Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead
Just like our soul singer in the session band Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand We'll need every sand bag and every man To save the soul singer in the session band
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Headlights or taillights, it's a flip of a coin I've been coming and going since the day I was born And I followed the bread crumbs but I never got home I grew old in an instant, now I'm all on my own
Just like that soul singer in the session band Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam Drowned the soul singer in the session band FGFGC Bless the soul singer in the session band