Biografia:
“Here’s to tonic, here’s to gin, here’s to sparks and here’s to gasoline…” You’re The Radio
We are lucky to have musicians like Thea Gilmore, musicians that want more from themselves and more from music than some pre-formed, whistle-friendly cud, something to chew on but never fully digest. In an age where artists – male and female – tend to be either hyper-sexualised or completely neutered, Gilmore is that rare creature, an actual adult with a heart and a soul, a grown up with an opinion.
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Outras músicas:
- Avalanche
- Brother Can You Spare A Dime
- Coming Back To You
- Concrete
- Contessa
- Dance In New York
- Glistening Bay
- Have You Heard
- Hide N Seeking
- Icarus Wind
- If You Miss Me At The Back Of The Bus
- Inverigo
- Josefs Train
- London
- My Own Private Riot
- Old Soul
- Play Until The Bottles Gone
- Rise
- Rosie
- Song No 4
- Thatll Be Christmas
- The List
- The Lower Road
- Youre The Radio
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!
Inverigo
Thea Gilmore
from Recorded Delivery (2009)
Intro: E E4 E E (2x)
E E E E E E4 E E
We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere
A A A A E E4 E E
We are sticks we are stones we are broken bones we are hot air
B7 B7 B7 B7 E E
We are under the guillotine trying to fix our hair
E E E E E E4 E E
There's computers clicking binary genius into the night
A A A A E E4 E E
There are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is hindsight
B7 B7 B7 B7 E E
There's the smell of artillery, There's the sky alight
A A E E
(2x) Dadadaaaa Oh yeah
E E E E E E4 E E
We are bedrock we're undergound we are sharp as the rain
A A E E4 E E
We are gathering pace we are thunder wrapped in cellophane
B7 B7 B7 B7 E E
We are running from the storms of our youth into more of the same
E E E E E E4 E E
There's a motorway service station on a January day
A A E E4 E E
There's a lunchtime radio show there's the shit that they play
B7 B7 E E
There's the percussion of buttons and keys in a cybercafe
A A E E
(2x) Dadadaaaa Oh yeah
E E E E E E4 E E
We are some distant TV channel a lesson grown old
A A E E4 E E
We are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime we are fools gold
B7 B7 E E
We are free as the wind through the trees or so we are told
E E E E4 E E
There's some faded out manuscript paper and an old clarinet
A A E E4 E E
There is cash on the table there's a tapestry alphabet
B7 B7 E E
There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet
B7 B7 E E
There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet
B7.....E
Thea Gilmore
from Recorded Delivery (2009)
Intro: E E4 E E (2x)
E E E E E E4 E E
We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere
A A A A E E4 E E
We are sticks we are stones we are broken bones we are hot air
B7 B7 B7 B7 E E
We are under the guillotine trying to fix our hair
E E E E E E4 E E
There's computers clicking binary genius into the night
A A A A E E4 E E
There are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is hindsight
B7 B7 B7 B7 E E
There's the smell of artillery, There's the sky alight
A A E E
(2x) Dadadaaaa Oh yeah
E E E E E E4 E E
We are bedrock we're undergound we are sharp as the rain
A A E E4 E E
We are gathering pace we are thunder wrapped in cellophane
B7 B7 B7 B7 E E
We are running from the storms of our youth into more of the same
E E E E E E4 E E
There's a motorway service station on a January day
A A E E4 E E
There's a lunchtime radio show there's the shit that they play
B7 B7 E E
There's the percussion of buttons and keys in a cybercafe
A A E E
(2x) Dadadaaaa Oh yeah
E E E E E E4 E E
We are some distant TV channel a lesson grown old
A A E E4 E E
We are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime we are fools gold
B7 B7 E E
We are free as the wind through the trees or so we are told
E E E E4 E E
There's some faded out manuscript paper and an old clarinet
A A E E4 E E
There is cash on the table there's a tapestry alphabet
B7 B7 E E
There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet
B7 B7 E E
There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet
B7.....E
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