Biografia:
The Classic Crime tambem conhecido como TCC, é uma banda da cidade de Bellinghan, Washington. Atualmente a banda está em Seattle.
The Classic Crime começou em 2004. A banda teve contrato com a gravadora Tooth & Nail Records e mesmo estando numa gravadora cristã , há controvérsias em relação a fé do grupo devido ao fato deles estarem um pouco fora do circuito cristão, (mesmo aparecedo em festivais de rock cristão).
O primeiro álbum lançado Albatross em maio de 2006
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Outras músicas:
- Coldest Heart
- Seatle
- The Precipice
- A Perfect Voice
- Abracadavers
- Albatross
- Beautiful Darkside
- Black And White
- Broken Mess
- City Of Orphans
- Closer Than We Think
- Dead Rose
- Different Now
- Drink In My Hand
- Everything
- Everything And Nothing
- Far From Home
- Fight
- Four Chords
- Glass Houses
- Headlights
- Heaven And Hell
- Holy Water
- I Know The Feeling
- More
- My Name
- Not Done With You Yet
- Salt In The Snow
- Say The Word
- Seattle
- Selfish
- Sing
- Solar Powered Life
- The Beginning
- The Happy Nihilist
- The Test
- The Way That You Are
- Vagabonds
- Wake Up Shipwreck
- Walk With Me
- We All Look Elsewhere
- What Id Give Up
- Where Did You Go
- Who Needs Air
- You And Me Both
- Young Again
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!
CAPO 2
Intro: A E F#M D E
A E F#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
A E F#M D E
In a 300 square foot studio above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill
A E F#M D E
And every night she walks the block to trade in her time for cheap thrills
A E F#M D E
And everyone she meets is cool, but just out of reach and it kills
F#M D A E
She used to spend her nights by firelight and singing to the stars
F#M E
Now shes ours
A E F#M D E
Kevin left from Denver where the air is clear and people are nice
A E F#M D E
And he traded it for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise
F#M D A E
For now he felt like he belonged to those who understood him
F#M D A E
But he sold his soul to fit right in and he watched his friends desert him
F#M D A E
He used to spend his nights by candlelight and drinking wine to vinyl
F#M E
Now hes ours
D
Its a city of orphans
A E
Who had nowhere to go
D
So they cashed in their dreams
A E
Headed northwest to the sea and they called it their home
D
But most dont belong here
A E
Were all running away
D A
And well drain you dry of all semblance of life
E
We dont give we just take, take, take
Bridge:
F#M F#M
But this city has no Bible
F#M F#M
Theres no meaning you can use
D E A
Were all desperately searching for truth
D
Were a city of orphans
A E
Who had nowhere to go
D A
So we cashed in our dreams, filled our glasses with Beam
E
and our bodies with smoke
D
and we spend every weeknight
A E
trading pints at the Streamline
D A E
and we talk about truth and we talk about love but we wake up to lies, lies, lies
D
its a city of orphans
A E
where did our fathers go
D A E
we stumble around in the bad part of town at the end of our rope
D
but there are no answers
A E
on the tables of oak
D
if God could just hear us
A E
we think that Hes near, but He left long ago
D
were a city of orphans
A E
what do we do to ourselves?
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
A E F#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
This is my first song to put up here. I'm not too sure on the 4 F#m's in the bridge
section, but it fits. I hope this works for you, Thanks!
Intro: A E F#M D E
A E F#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
A E F#M D E
In a 300 square foot studio above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill
A E F#M D E
And every night she walks the block to trade in her time for cheap thrills
A E F#M D E
And everyone she meets is cool, but just out of reach and it kills
F#M D A E
She used to spend her nights by firelight and singing to the stars
F#M E
Now shes ours
A E F#M D E
Kevin left from Denver where the air is clear and people are nice
A E F#M D E
And he traded it for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise
F#M D A E
For now he felt like he belonged to those who understood him
F#M D A E
But he sold his soul to fit right in and he watched his friends desert him
F#M D A E
He used to spend his nights by candlelight and drinking wine to vinyl
F#M E
Now hes ours
D
Its a city of orphans
A E
Who had nowhere to go
D
So they cashed in their dreams
A E
Headed northwest to the sea and they called it their home
D
But most dont belong here
A E
Were all running away
D A
And well drain you dry of all semblance of life
E
We dont give we just take, take, take
Bridge:
F#M F#M
But this city has no Bible
F#M F#M
Theres no meaning you can use
D E A
Were all desperately searching for truth
D
Were a city of orphans
A E
Who had nowhere to go
D A
So we cashed in our dreams, filled our glasses with Beam
E
and our bodies with smoke
D
and we spend every weeknight
A E
trading pints at the Streamline
D A E
and we talk about truth and we talk about love but we wake up to lies, lies, lies
D
its a city of orphans
A E
where did our fathers go
D A E
we stumble around in the bad part of town at the end of our rope
D
but there are no answers
A E
on the tables of oak
D
if God could just hear us
A E
we think that Hes near, but He left long ago
D
were a city of orphans
A E
what do we do to ourselves?
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
D A E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell
A E F#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
This is my first song to put up here. I'm not too sure on the 4 F#m's in the bridge
section, but it fits. I hope this works for you, Thanks!
The Cog Is Dead
The Color Fred
The Commodores
The Common Linne (...)
The Congos