Biografia:
IAMX é o projeto solo do cantor, compositor, produtor musical e diretor de vídeos Chris Corner. O projeto é independente e além da musica também incide sobre e experiências com a arte visual. Anteriormente Chris Corner era guitarrista e vocalista da banda de trip-hop Sneaker Pimps.
Suas músicas são baseadas em assuntos como bizarrices sexuais, morte, intoxicação narcótica, bissexualidade, decadência, obsessão, alienação, singelas alusões políticas
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Outras músicas:
- Say Hello Melancholia
- Spit It Out
- The Great Shipwreck Of Life
- Volatile Times
- Avalanches
- Bernadette
- Break The Chain
- Conversation
- I Am Terrified
- I Come With Knives
- I Salute You Christopher
- Insomnia
- Lulled By Numbers
- Mercy
- Missile
- My Secret Friend
- Oh Beautiful Town
- Running
- Sailor
- Song Of Imaginary Beings
- Stalker
- Tear Garden
- The Void
- Think Of England
- This Will Make You Love Again
- Triggers
- Turning Crimson
- Under Atomic Skies
- You Can Be Happy
- Your Joy Is My Low
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!
Bm A
In the grip of a winter came, love and greed
E G
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat
In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat
Bm A
I was alone at the front line
E G
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime
Bm
I just can't think of England
A
I can't see the picture
E G
Im still running from the fire, the fire
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire
In the twilight hours of nervous rest
I bought the beast before believing the threats
In a foreign field I cut all regrets
But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked-up mess
I was alone for the first time
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
In the grip of a winter came, love and greed
E G
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat
In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat
Bm A
I was alone at the front line
E G
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime
Bm
I just can't think of England
A
I can't see the picture
E G
Im still running from the fire, the fire
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire
In the twilight hours of nervous rest
I bought the beast before believing the threats
In a foreign field I cut all regrets
But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked-up mess
I was alone for the first time
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
Ibexx
Ibeyi
Ibu Soed
Ic3peak
Ice Cube