Frightened Rabbit é uma banda Escocesa de indie rock de Selkirk, na Escócia. Formada em 2003. Composta por Scott Hutchison (vocais, guitarra), Grant Hutchison (bateria, vocais), Billy Kennedy (guitarra, teclados, baixo) e Andy Monaghan (teclados, guitarra, baixo). A banda já lançou até agora dois álbuns de estúdio, com seu segundo álbum, The Midnight Organ Fight, recebeu muitos elogios da crítica.
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!
Verse 1 chords: Am Well the booze in my blood runs faster than love FC And my brain shouts down to my mouth, say whatever I think, say it at him Am And when the dam bursts open and you drowned out, boy FC Better go outside and sit in your boat and wait 'til you get washed away
Interlude: Am - G
Chorus 1 chords: CG Hold onto your thought, time your rall-a-a-llies, uh-uh, uuuhuh CAmG Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded CG Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh CAmG Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again
Interlude: C
Verse 2: [use verse 1 chords] And as the voice succumbs and my mouth goes numb I limp out to the sound of breaking of broken toes, a vandal spoke And in the stark and the sobering dry sunlight I will blink my eyes and hope the blink can erase All the shit that I said and did
Interlude: Am - G
Chorus 2: [use chorus 1 chords] Hold onto your thought, time your rall-a-a-llies, uh-uh, uuuhuh Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again
Bridge chords: AmG And if I shoot at you, you should shoot at me too Am We can drown in the ghost of the thick dark words we... G And as my face turns white, I apologize, I am sorry, its not your fault, its mine
Chorus 3: [use chorus 1 chords] Hold onto your thought, time your rall-a-a-llies, uh-uh, uuuhuh Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again