Biografia:
Sun Kil Moon é o atual projeto do cantor e compositor Mark Kozelek, mais conhecido pela sua antiga banda, os Red House Painters. Em Sun Kil Moon, Kozelek se encarrega de todas letras, composições, vocais e violão, acompanhado por Tim Mooney e Anthony Koutsos (outro membro dos Red House Painters) na bateria, e Geoff Stanfield no baixo. O nome da banda veio do boxeador coreano Moon Sung-Kil.
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Outras músicas:
- Alesund
- Among The Leaves
- Bens My Friend
- Carry Me Ohio
- Garden Of Lavender
- Gentle Moon
- Glenn Tipton
- Heron Blue
- I Know Its Pathetic But That Was The Greatest Night Of My Life
- Jim Wise
- Like The River
- Lonely Mountain
- Lost Verses
- Neverending Math Equation
- Space Travel Is Boring
- The Light
- Third And Seneca
- Track Number 8
- Unlit Hallway
- You Missed My Heart
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SONG: BEN'S MY FRIEND
ARTIST: SUN KIL MOON
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
BEN'S MY FRIEND
SUN KIL MOON
CAPO: NONE
INTRO:
Fm Eb
VERSE:
Gm7 Ab
I woke up this morning, August 3rd
Eb
It's been a pretty slow and uneventful summer
Went to visit a friend in Santa Fe
Cm Eb
Went to New Orleans and went to see my family
Ab
Woke up this morning and it occurred
Cm
I needed one more track to finish up my record
Eb
I was feeling out of fuel and uninspired
Cm
Laid on my bed, too hung, a little down, a little tired
Eb
Met my girl and we walked down Union Street
I was scared and my head was in a bunch of places
Gm7
Bought a $350 pair of lampshades
Ab
And we ate at Perry's and I ordered crab cakes
Gm7
Blue crab cakes
Ab
Blue crab cakes
Gm7
Blue crab cakes
VERSE:
Cm Eb
She said I seemed distracted and asked what was going on with me
I said I can't explain it and it's a middle age thing
Bb
She said okay and ate her eggs Benedict
Ab
And I looked at the walls cluttered with sports bar shit
Gm7
Sports bar shit
Ab
Sports bar shit
Gm7 Bbm7
Sports bar shit
Gm7
Ba ba ba
Ab
Ba ba ba
Gm7 Fm Eb Fm Eb
Ba ba ba
VERSE:
Fm
Got on the phone and I called my mother
Eb
And called my father, talked a little bit with my sister
She's got a new boyfriend, he's a deer hunter
And she's getting used to venison
Cm
And my dad's still fighting with his girlfriend
Gm
About his flirting with the girls in Panera Bread
Eb
My mom is good but sounded out of breath
Gm Fm7 Ab
I worry so much about her, I worry to death
Fm7 Gm7
I worry to death
Ab
I worry about her to death
Fm7 Gm7
I worry to death
VERSE:
Fm
The other night I went and saw The Postal Service
Eb
Ben's my friend but getting there was the worst
Trying to park and getting up the hill
Fm
And find a spot amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells
Standing at the back with the crowd of eight thousand
Eb
I thought of Ben when I met him in 2000
At a festival in Spain
Cm
He was on the small stage then and I didn't know his name
Now he's singing at the Greek and he's busting moves
Bb Eb
And my legs were hurting and my feet were too
Gm
I called him after, said I'll skip the backstage hi/bye
Fm Ab
But thanks for the nice music and all the exercise
Fm Gm7
And we laughed and it was alright
Ab
And we laughed and it was alright
Fm7 Gm7
And it was alright
VERSE:
Gm
There's a fine line between a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass
Eb
And a guy with a gut hanging around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty years younger than me
I'll leave with this, not my fondest memory
Gm Ab
I carried my legs back down and then I gave
Eb
My backstage passes to two cute asian girls
I drove to my place near Tahoe
Cm Fm
Got in my hot tub and I thought well that's how it goes
And it was quiet and I was listening to the crickets
And Ben's still out there, selling lots of tickets
Eb
And though I’m contented, there’s a tinge of competitiveness
But Ben's my friend and I know he gets it
Cm
Then in a couple of days my meltdown passed
Bb Eb
Back to the studio doing twelve hours shifts
Singing a song about one thing or another
Gm Ab
Another day behind the microphone this summer
OUTRO:
Fm Gm7
This Tenderloin summer
Ab
This Tenderloin summer
Gm7 Fm
This Tenderloin summer
Cm7
Ba ba ba
Ab
Ba ba ba
Cm Fm Eb Fm Eb
Ba ba ba
================== CAPO: 1st FRET =================
SONG: BEN'S MY FRIEND
ARTIST: SUN KIL MOON
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
BEN'S MY FRIEND
SUN KIL MOON
CAPO: 1st FRET
INTRO:
Em D
VERSE:
F#m7 G
I woke up this morning, August 3rd
D
It's been a pretty slow and uneventful summer
Went to visit a friend in Santa Fe
Bm D
Went to New Orleans and went to see my family
G
Woke up this morning and it occurred
Bm
I needed one more track to finish up my record
D
I was feeling out of fuel and uninspired
Bm
Laid on my bed, too hung, a little down, a little tired
D
Met my girl and we walked down Union Street
I was scared and my head was in a bunch of places
F#m7
Bought a $350 pair of lampshades
G
And we ate at Perry's and I ordered crab cakes
F#m7
Blue crab cakes
G
Blue crab cakes
F#m7
Blue crab cakes
VERSE:
Bm D
She said I seemed distracted and asked what was going on with me
I said I can't explain it and it's a middle age thing
A
She said okay and ate her eggs Benedict
G
And I looked at the walls cluttered with sports bar shit
F#m7
Sports bar shit
G
Sports bar shit
F#m7 Am7
Sports bar shit
F#m7
Ba ba ba
G
Ba ba ba
F#m7 Em D Em D
Ba ba ba
VERSE:
Em
Got on the phone and I called my mother
D
And called my father, talked a little bit with my sister
She's got a new boyfriend, he's a deer hunter
And she's getting used to venison
Bm
And my dad's still fighting with his girlfriend
F#m
About his flirting with the girls in Panera Bread
D
My mom is good but sounded out of breath
F#m Em7 G
I worry so much about her, I worry to death
Em7 F#m7
I worry to death
G
I worry about her to death
Em7 F#m7
I worry to death
VERSE:
Em
The other night I went and saw The Postal Service
D
Ben's my friend but getting there was the worst
Trying to park and getting up the hill
Em
And find a spot amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells
Standing at the back with the crowd of eight thousand
D
I thought of Ben when I met him in 2000
At a festival in Spain
Bm
He was on the small stage then and I didn't know his name
Now he's singing at the Greek and he's busting moves
A D
And my legs were hurting and my feet were too
F#m
I called him after, said I'll skip the backstage hi/bye
Em G
But thanks for the nice music and all the exercise
Em F#m7
And we laughed and it was alright
G
And we laughed and it was alright
Em7 F#m7
And it was alright
VERSE:
F#m
There's a fine line between a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass
D
And a guy with a gut hanging around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty years younger than me
I'll leave with this, not my fondest memory
F#m G
I carried my legs back down and then I gave
D
My backstage passes to two cute asian girls
I drove to my place near Tahoe
Bm Em
Got in my hot tub and I thought well that's how it goes
And it was quiet and I was listening to the crickets
And Ben's still out there, selling lots of tickets
D
And though I’m contented, there’s a tinge of competitiveness
But Ben's my friend and I know he gets it
Bm
Then in a couple of days my meltdown passed
A D
Back to the studio doing twelve hours shifts
Singing a song about one thing or another
F#m G
Another day behind the microphone this summer
OUTRO:
Em F#m7
This Tenderloin summer
G
This Tenderloin summer
F#m7 Em
This Tenderloin summer
Bm7
Ba ba ba
G
Ba ba ba
Bm Em D Em D
Ba ba ba
ARTIST: SUN KIL MOON
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
BEN'S MY FRIEND
SUN KIL MOON
CAPO: NONE
INTRO:
Fm Eb
VERSE:
Gm7 Ab
I woke up this morning, August 3rd
Eb
It's been a pretty slow and uneventful summer
Went to visit a friend in Santa Fe
Cm Eb
Went to New Orleans and went to see my family
Ab
Woke up this morning and it occurred
Cm
I needed one more track to finish up my record
Eb
I was feeling out of fuel and uninspired
Cm
Laid on my bed, too hung, a little down, a little tired
Eb
Met my girl and we walked down Union Street
I was scared and my head was in a bunch of places
Gm7
Bought a $350 pair of lampshades
Ab
And we ate at Perry's and I ordered crab cakes
Gm7
Blue crab cakes
Ab
Blue crab cakes
Gm7
Blue crab cakes
VERSE:
Cm Eb
She said I seemed distracted and asked what was going on with me
I said I can't explain it and it's a middle age thing
Bb
She said okay and ate her eggs Benedict
Ab
And I looked at the walls cluttered with sports bar shit
Gm7
Sports bar shit
Ab
Sports bar shit
Gm7 Bbm7
Sports bar shit
Gm7
Ba ba ba
Ab
Ba ba ba
Gm7 Fm Eb Fm Eb
Ba ba ba
VERSE:
Fm
Got on the phone and I called my mother
Eb
And called my father, talked a little bit with my sister
She's got a new boyfriend, he's a deer hunter
And she's getting used to venison
Cm
And my dad's still fighting with his girlfriend
Gm
About his flirting with the girls in Panera Bread
Eb
My mom is good but sounded out of breath
Gm Fm7 Ab
I worry so much about her, I worry to death
Fm7 Gm7
I worry to death
Ab
I worry about her to death
Fm7 Gm7
I worry to death
VERSE:
Fm
The other night I went and saw The Postal Service
Eb
Ben's my friend but getting there was the worst
Trying to park and getting up the hill
Fm
And find a spot amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells
Standing at the back with the crowd of eight thousand
Eb
I thought of Ben when I met him in 2000
At a festival in Spain
Cm
He was on the small stage then and I didn't know his name
Now he's singing at the Greek and he's busting moves
Bb Eb
And my legs were hurting and my feet were too
Gm
I called him after, said I'll skip the backstage hi/bye
Fm Ab
But thanks for the nice music and all the exercise
Fm Gm7
And we laughed and it was alright
Ab
And we laughed and it was alright
Fm7 Gm7
And it was alright
VERSE:
Gm
There's a fine line between a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass
Eb
And a guy with a gut hanging around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty years younger than me
I'll leave with this, not my fondest memory
Gm Ab
I carried my legs back down and then I gave
Eb
My backstage passes to two cute asian girls
I drove to my place near Tahoe
Cm Fm
Got in my hot tub and I thought well that's how it goes
And it was quiet and I was listening to the crickets
And Ben's still out there, selling lots of tickets
Eb
And though I’m contented, there’s a tinge of competitiveness
But Ben's my friend and I know he gets it
Cm
Then in a couple of days my meltdown passed
Bb Eb
Back to the studio doing twelve hours shifts
Singing a song about one thing or another
Gm Ab
Another day behind the microphone this summer
OUTRO:
Fm Gm7
This Tenderloin summer
Ab
This Tenderloin summer
Gm7 Fm
This Tenderloin summer
Cm7
Ba ba ba
Ab
Ba ba ba
Cm Fm Eb Fm Eb
Ba ba ba
================== CAPO: 1st FRET =================
SONG: BEN'S MY FRIEND
ARTIST: SUN KIL MOON
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
BEN'S MY FRIEND
SUN KIL MOON
CAPO: 1st FRET
INTRO:
Em D
VERSE:
F#m7 G
I woke up this morning, August 3rd
D
It's been a pretty slow and uneventful summer
Went to visit a friend in Santa Fe
Bm D
Went to New Orleans and went to see my family
G
Woke up this morning and it occurred
Bm
I needed one more track to finish up my record
D
I was feeling out of fuel and uninspired
Bm
Laid on my bed, too hung, a little down, a little tired
D
Met my girl and we walked down Union Street
I was scared and my head was in a bunch of places
F#m7
Bought a $350 pair of lampshades
G
And we ate at Perry's and I ordered crab cakes
F#m7
Blue crab cakes
G
Blue crab cakes
F#m7
Blue crab cakes
VERSE:
Bm D
She said I seemed distracted and asked what was going on with me
I said I can't explain it and it's a middle age thing
A
She said okay and ate her eggs Benedict
G
And I looked at the walls cluttered with sports bar shit
F#m7
Sports bar shit
G
Sports bar shit
F#m7 Am7
Sports bar shit
F#m7
Ba ba ba
G
Ba ba ba
F#m7 Em D Em D
Ba ba ba
VERSE:
Em
Got on the phone and I called my mother
D
And called my father, talked a little bit with my sister
She's got a new boyfriend, he's a deer hunter
And she's getting used to venison
Bm
And my dad's still fighting with his girlfriend
F#m
About his flirting with the girls in Panera Bread
D
My mom is good but sounded out of breath
F#m Em7 G
I worry so much about her, I worry to death
Em7 F#m7
I worry to death
G
I worry about her to death
Em7 F#m7
I worry to death
VERSE:
Em
The other night I went and saw The Postal Service
D
Ben's my friend but getting there was the worst
Trying to park and getting up the hill
Em
And find a spot amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells
Standing at the back with the crowd of eight thousand
D
I thought of Ben when I met him in 2000
At a festival in Spain
Bm
He was on the small stage then and I didn't know his name
Now he's singing at the Greek and he's busting moves
A D
And my legs were hurting and my feet were too
F#m
I called him after, said I'll skip the backstage hi/bye
Em G
But thanks for the nice music and all the exercise
Em F#m7
And we laughed and it was alright
G
And we laughed and it was alright
Em7 F#m7
And it was alright
VERSE:
F#m
There's a fine line between a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass
D
And a guy with a gut hanging around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty years younger than me
I'll leave with this, not my fondest memory
F#m G
I carried my legs back down and then I gave
D
My backstage passes to two cute asian girls
I drove to my place near Tahoe
Bm Em
Got in my hot tub and I thought well that's how it goes
And it was quiet and I was listening to the crickets
And Ben's still out there, selling lots of tickets
D
And though I’m contented, there’s a tinge of competitiveness
But Ben's my friend and I know he gets it
Bm
Then in a couple of days my meltdown passed
A D
Back to the studio doing twelve hours shifts
Singing a song about one thing or another
F#m G
Another day behind the microphone this summer
OUTRO:
Em F#m7
This Tenderloin summer
G
This Tenderloin summer
F#m7 Em
This Tenderloin summer
Bm7
Ba ba ba
G
Ba ba ba
Bm Em D Em D
Ba ba ba
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