Biografia:
A thoughtful lyricist taking his poetic inspiration, songcraft ideas, and even a few fashion cues from Bob Dylan, Ezra Furman sings in a nasally style similar to the Violent Femmes' Gordon Gano while making unpretentious indie folk/indie pop that's raw, deep, and achingly sentimental. As students of Tufts University, guitarist Jahn Soon, bassist Job Mukkada, and drummer Jordan Kozer formed the Harpoons as Furman's backing band in 2006 and self-recorded Beat, Beat, Beat in their dorm rooms with the help of engineer Dave Kant of Outtake Records.
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Outras músicas:
- Every Feeling
- Love You So Bad
- Wild Feeling
- And Maybe God Is A Train
- Androgynous
- Are You Gonna Break My Heart
- Body Was Made
- Can I Sleep In Your Brain
- Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde
- Driving Down To La
- Haunted Head
- Hour Of Deepest Need
- I Lost My Innocence
- Im Gonna Feel Every Feelin In The Book Tonight
- Little Piece Of Trash
- Lousy Connection
- Ordinary Life
- Pot Holes
- Psalm 151
- Restless Year
- Sinking Slow
- The Great Unknown
- Watch You Go By
- Whatever
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!
[Intro]
B F# E
[Verse 1]
B
I'm up at six
E
I get a slice of bread, I cut a hole in it
B
I crack a little egg into a frying pan
E
and I try to get my mind turned off
B
I'm naked now
E
Because it doesn't really matter when the shades are down
I was born this way I'll die this way
B E
I don't know how I'm ever gonna tell myself the truth
[Chorus]
C#m
I live alone
B A
A house without a heart is not a home
F#
I think I may destroy these things I own
B A
I'm going back way back to black and red
Inside my haunted head
[Instrumental]
E B A
[Verse 2]
E
I get the prayer shawl on
A
I wrap myself in something that is way beyond
E
anything my mind could get its dirty fingers on
A
I'm going through the motions like a champ
E
I take these aimless drives from two A.M. to four
A
I live these secret lives
E
Identities that all die off not one survives
A
By morning there's nobody at the wheel
[Chorus]
F#m
I'm out on Lake Street now
E D
I'm coming to a red light but there's no one around
B
The law sits on my shoulder and it weighs me down
E D
It's talking in a language long since dead
Inside my haunted head
[Instrumental]
A E D
[Verse 3]
A
I'm having too much fun
D
My arms around the toilet like a long-lost chum
I'm kneeling at the throne
A
I'm stricken deaf and dumb
D
I'm learning what it means to really pray
A
Tried to get cute with pain
I thought I could avoid it
D
Thought I knew that game
A
But just when you get the hang of it the rules all change
D
and you're doing time for crimes that don't exist
[Chorus]
Bm
So I sit and wait
A G
til I can finally see the sense it makes
E
I know this sick world's bound to be explained
A G
So I'm hanging on if only by a thread
Inside my haunted head
D G
(Haunted, ha-ha-haunted head)
B F# E
[Verse 1]
B
I'm up at six
E
I get a slice of bread, I cut a hole in it
B
I crack a little egg into a frying pan
E
and I try to get my mind turned off
B
I'm naked now
E
Because it doesn't really matter when the shades are down
I was born this way I'll die this way
B E
I don't know how I'm ever gonna tell myself the truth
[Chorus]
C#m
I live alone
B A
A house without a heart is not a home
F#
I think I may destroy these things I own
B A
I'm going back way back to black and red
Inside my haunted head
[Instrumental]
E B A
[Verse 2]
E
I get the prayer shawl on
A
I wrap myself in something that is way beyond
E
anything my mind could get its dirty fingers on
A
I'm going through the motions like a champ
E
I take these aimless drives from two A.M. to four
A
I live these secret lives
E
Identities that all die off not one survives
A
By morning there's nobody at the wheel
[Chorus]
F#m
I'm out on Lake Street now
E D
I'm coming to a red light but there's no one around
B
The law sits on my shoulder and it weighs me down
E D
It's talking in a language long since dead
Inside my haunted head
[Instrumental]
A E D
[Verse 3]
A
I'm having too much fun
D
My arms around the toilet like a long-lost chum
I'm kneeling at the throne
A
I'm stricken deaf and dumb
D
I'm learning what it means to really pray
A
Tried to get cute with pain
I thought I could avoid it
D
Thought I knew that game
A
But just when you get the hang of it the rules all change
D
and you're doing time for crimes that don't exist
[Chorus]
Bm
So I sit and wait
A G
til I can finally see the sense it makes
E
I know this sick world's bound to be explained
A G
So I'm hanging on if only by a thread
Inside my haunted head
D G
(Haunted, ha-ha-haunted head)
Faber Drive
Fabi Silvestri G (...)
Fabiana Cantilo
Fabiana Ochoa Mu (...)
Fabio Concato
Faizal Tahir
Fake Problems
Faker
Fakuta
Falamansa