Biografia:
Early life
Mangan was born in Smithers, British Columbia. His family moved a fair amount, residing in both the provinces of Ontario and British Columbia - and primarily in his current home town of Vancouver. Raised in a household where instruments were always available, music became an obvious pastime for Mangan and his two siblings. At sixteen, he started a band called Basement Suite with some fellow classmates and played gigs at local community centres.
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Outras músicas:
- Jeopardy
- Road Regrets
- Robots
- Sold
- The Indie Queens Are Waiting
- Basket
- About As Helpful As You Can Be Without Being Any Help At All
- About As Helpful As You Can Get Without Being Any Help At All
- Ash Babe
- Cold In The Summer
- Daffodil
- Et Les Mots Croises
- Et Les Mots Croisses
- Fabulous
- Fair Verona
- Fool For Waiting
- If I Am Dead
- Jude
- Just Fear
- Leaves Trees Forest
- Mouthpiece
- Not What You Think It Is
- Oh Fortune
- Pine For Cedars
- Post War Blues
- Race To The Bottom
- Reason To Think Aloud
- Regarding Death And Dying
- Rows Of Houses
- Set The Sail
- So Much For Everyone
- Some People
- Starts With Them
- There Is No Such Thing As Wasted Love
- Tinas Glorious Comeback
- Troubled Mind
- Whistleblower
- Xvi
- You Silly Git
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
G#m 4664XX
F# 2443XX
E 0221XX
C#m X4665X
E/G# 476XXX
F#/A# 698XXX
Capo 2nd fret
[Intro]
G#m
[Verse 1]
G#m
The disengagement of the bubble’s hypnotizing
F#
Some say below the doughy crust the beast is rising
E
We like to talk about the past
C#m
We like to talk about the past
[Verse 2]
G#m
We talk about the past like it’s the strangest dream
F#
We repeat the thing we never dreamed we’d do
E
I understand that sometimes we all must dance with fuckery
C#m
But everybody’s pissing in the well of our suffering
[Pre-Chorus 1]
G#m
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn
F#
I want to feel the pages in my skin and understand the words
E
Castrate fiction, call it circumstance
C#m
They say her wanderings are dangerous
G#m E/G#
All she wants to do is dance
F#/A# E/G#
Dance
[Chorus 1]
G#m
Question period’s
E/G#
Over, don’t you
F#/A# E/G#
Feel it, I do
[Verse 3]
G#m
You’ll be pummeled by the certainty of minions
F#
It’s a puppet show, a theatre of opinions
E
A chorus of flack
C#m
Feeder of the pack
[Verse 4]
G#m
You can hear the shaky timbre of the voices most alone
F#
Yeah it’s easier to sing within the crowd
E
Those who pretend to believe hardest might actually begin to
C#m
The nature of the bliss the warmth of ignorance gives into
[Pre-Chorus 2]
G#m
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn
F#
I want to taste resilience on my tongue and love beyond concern
E
Mass-grave subtlety, leave it for the birds
C#m
They say the world it might be dangerous
G#m
But all it seems to do is turn
[Chorus 2]
G#m E/G# F#/A# E/G#
Bitten by the hand that feeds you
G#m E/G# F#/A# E/G#
Holding to what you’re beholden to
(Question period’s over, don’t you feel it? I do)
G#m E/G# F#/A# E/G#
Bitten by the hand that feeds you
(Question period’s over, don’t you feel it? I do)
G#m E/G# F#/A# E/G# G#m
Holding to what you’re beholden to
F# 2443XX
E 0221XX
C#m X4665X
E/G# 476XXX
F#/A# 698XXX
Capo 2nd fret
[Intro]
G#m
[Verse 1]
G#m
The disengagement of the bubble’s hypnotizing
F#
Some say below the doughy crust the beast is rising
E
We like to talk about the past
C#m
We like to talk about the past
[Verse 2]
G#m
We talk about the past like it’s the strangest dream
F#
We repeat the thing we never dreamed we’d do
E
I understand that sometimes we all must dance with fuckery
C#m
But everybody’s pissing in the well of our suffering
[Pre-Chorus 1]
G#m
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn
F#
I want to feel the pages in my skin and understand the words
E
Castrate fiction, call it circumstance
C#m
They say her wanderings are dangerous
G#m E/G#
All she wants to do is dance
F#/A# E/G#
Dance
[Chorus 1]
G#m
Question period’s
E/G#
Over, don’t you
F#/A# E/G#
Feel it, I do
[Verse 3]
G#m
You’ll be pummeled by the certainty of minions
F#
It’s a puppet show, a theatre of opinions
E
A chorus of flack
C#m
Feeder of the pack
[Verse 4]
G#m
You can hear the shaky timbre of the voices most alone
F#
Yeah it’s easier to sing within the crowd
E
Those who pretend to believe hardest might actually begin to
C#m
The nature of the bliss the warmth of ignorance gives into
[Pre-Chorus 2]
G#m
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn
F#
I want to taste resilience on my tongue and love beyond concern
E
Mass-grave subtlety, leave it for the birds
C#m
They say the world it might be dangerous
G#m
But all it seems to do is turn
[Chorus 2]
G#m E/G# F#/A# E/G#
Bitten by the hand that feeds you
G#m E/G# F#/A# E/G#
Holding to what you’re beholden to
(Question period’s over, don’t you feel it? I do)
G#m E/G# F#/A# E/G#
Bitten by the hand that feeds you
(Question period’s over, don’t you feel it? I do)
G#m E/G# F#/A# E/G# G#m
Holding to what you’re beholden to
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