Biografia:
Ghost Mice é uma banda de folk punk acustico formada por dois membros, anteriormente de The Devil Is Electric e Operation: Cliff Clavin, Chris Johnston (guitarra/voz) e Hannah Jones (violino/voz).
Começaram o seu projecto acustico em 2002 a pensar na facilidade que lhes traria em tocar onde quisessem e quando quisessem.
As letras giram sempre à volta de DYI e duma atitude positiva e experiências pessoais, tendo também letras que lhes são dedicadas por bandas que os conheceram e tocaram com eles.
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Outras músicas:
- Boy Meets Girl
- Cancer Or Car Wreak
- 1000000 An Hour
- A Song For Tomorrow
- Alas Babylon
- Albany
- All Punks Got
- All We Got Is Each Other
- Apocalypse Now
- Belgium
- Celtic Sea
- Cementville
- Cemeteries
- Chipped Tooth
- Critical Hit
- Devil And My Family
- Disconnected
- Endure
- England
- English Channel
- Europe
- Figure 8
- Firefighter
- Fix It Up
- France
- Fuck Shit Up
- Germany
- Greyhound
- Hang On Kids
- Holland
- House Of Chaos 333 S Henderson
- House Of The God Of War
- House Of The Undying
- House On Fire
- House On Wheels
- How It Sounds
- I Dare You To Live Forever
- Ill Be Happy
- Ireland
- Italy
- John And Jodie
- Keep It At Bay
- Laziness Is Next To Evilness
- Letter Home
- Lightning Bolt
- Monsters Get Slain
- New Moon Rising
- Oh Me Oh Me
- Oh Sister
- Please Quit Smoking Mom
- Sing Out
- Songs By Chris Clavin
- Spain
- Switzerland
- The Alchemist
- The Good Life
- The Moon Will Rise
- The Path
- The Wrong Train
- There Is A Light
- Tick Tock
- Up The Punks
- When Dreams Come True
- Witches And Warlocks
- Wrong Train
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!
Time for the final song! It also happens to be one of the most enjoyable ones to play because of how
much you have to switch chords. I'd imagine that this is a lot easier to do on my accordion than it must
be using an actual guitar, but you folks are good. You'll figure it out.
CHORDS USED:
F
C
G
Am
C G Am
It seemed like everything we heard and hoped might be true
C Am F
We got a ride right away and she took us to the dunes
Am G C
And we fell asleep to the sounds of a carnival
Am G C
From a village further down the beach
Am G C Am
We woke up the next morning on a bed of tiny flowers,
C G C
Packed the tent and went to get somethin' to eat
Am C
We bought a cheap jar of peanut butter and a loaf of fresh white bread,
Am F G
We made sandwiches on the beach; life doesn't get any better than this
C G Am
We walked in for free to the first castle that we found
C G Am F
It was empty, it was late, it became our campground
Am G C F
And we spotted a tent and we met another camper
Am G C
And he told us his sad story--
Am G C F Am G C
Well he had been dumped by a girl that he loved, but he told us not to worry
Am C
You can camp anywhere, no one's gonna care; why would they?
Am
"It's not like this at home," we told him, "you know"
F G
He said your home's so far away
C G Am
We went west all the way 'til the land ran out
C G Am F
We slept at an empty house in the middle of a tiny town
Am G C F Am G C
We met a man at a crossroads who said it was his dream to someday come to Bloomington
Am G C F Am G C
We thought it was funny because for you and me, it was our dream to be here in Ireland
Am
He was a big fan of John Melloncamp;
C
we told him everything we knew about him
Am
We invited him to come and stay at our house;
F G
when we got to our stop he didn't want us to get out
C F Am
We stayed the night at the house of a guy from Albany
C Am F
He was glad to meet Americans; he made us spaghetti
Am G C F Am G C
And we met a man who said he was a doctor and he took us on some of his house calls
Am G C F
He taught us the best way to get a donkey to come to you
Am G C
is not to pay them any attention at all
Am C
And I crawled to the edge and peeked over my head and looked down to the sea
Am F G
It was two thousand feet to the water below; it looked so blue, it looked so deep
C F Am C
And don't ever let 'em tell you that it rains in Ireland
C F G C
Well if they tell you that you can be sure they've never been
C F Am C
'Cause the sun is always shinin' and the hills are always green
C F G C
And the people are always smilin' and offerin' you drinks
G - Am - G
C Am
We'd set up our tent on the cliffs right by the sea
C Am F
Almost every night and the waves rocked us to sleep
Am G C F
A postman from Wales and his friend from England
Am G C
Bought us fries at the westernmost pub
Am G C F
We sat with them and two others we'd met
Am G C
And we all watched the postman get drunk
Am C
And at first the Burren might seem like a waste land of broken stones
Am F G
Look in the cracks and you'll see there's a secret there that grows
C G Am
And Galway City really feels a lot like home
C G Am F
We went through Connemara and up to Sligo
Am G C F
And at the Slieve League we couldn't see anything;
Am G C
We decided that we should turn back
Am G C F
The mist was so thick that we couldn't find our feet
Am G C
And the trail was called Deadman's Pass
Am C
On one side it was three thousand feet down to the ocean
Am
The other was two thousand feet to the ground
F G
And anyway our time was running out
C G Am
And we crossed the country in less than a day
C G Am F
Our last ride to Dublin asked us the same things
Am G C F
They asked if we had any kin from Ireland;
Am G C
They were surprised when we said no
Am G C F
When I said I didn't drink and hadn't tried Guinness yet
Am G C
They were the first ones to say, "way to go"
Am C
And as our ferry was leaving the Emerald Isle behind
Am F G
We were already making our plans to come back sometime
C F Am C
And don't ever let 'em tell you that it rains in Ireland
C F G C
Well if they tell you that you can be sure they've never been
C F Am C
'Cause the sun is always shinin' and the hills are always green
C F G C
And people are always smilin' and offerin' you drinks
much you have to switch chords. I'd imagine that this is a lot easier to do on my accordion than it must
be using an actual guitar, but you folks are good. You'll figure it out.
CHORDS USED:
F
C
G
Am
C G Am
It seemed like everything we heard and hoped might be true
C Am F
We got a ride right away and she took us to the dunes
Am G C
And we fell asleep to the sounds of a carnival
Am G C
From a village further down the beach
Am G C Am
We woke up the next morning on a bed of tiny flowers,
C G C
Packed the tent and went to get somethin' to eat
Am C
We bought a cheap jar of peanut butter and a loaf of fresh white bread,
Am F G
We made sandwiches on the beach; life doesn't get any better than this
C G Am
We walked in for free to the first castle that we found
C G Am F
It was empty, it was late, it became our campground
Am G C F
And we spotted a tent and we met another camper
Am G C
And he told us his sad story--
Am G C F Am G C
Well he had been dumped by a girl that he loved, but he told us not to worry
Am C
You can camp anywhere, no one's gonna care; why would they?
Am
"It's not like this at home," we told him, "you know"
F G
He said your home's so far away
C G Am
We went west all the way 'til the land ran out
C G Am F
We slept at an empty house in the middle of a tiny town
Am G C F Am G C
We met a man at a crossroads who said it was his dream to someday come to Bloomington
Am G C F Am G C
We thought it was funny because for you and me, it was our dream to be here in Ireland
Am
He was a big fan of John Melloncamp;
C
we told him everything we knew about him
Am
We invited him to come and stay at our house;
F G
when we got to our stop he didn't want us to get out
C F Am
We stayed the night at the house of a guy from Albany
C Am F
He was glad to meet Americans; he made us spaghetti
Am G C F Am G C
And we met a man who said he was a doctor and he took us on some of his house calls
Am G C F
He taught us the best way to get a donkey to come to you
Am G C
is not to pay them any attention at all
Am C
And I crawled to the edge and peeked over my head and looked down to the sea
Am F G
It was two thousand feet to the water below; it looked so blue, it looked so deep
C F Am C
And don't ever let 'em tell you that it rains in Ireland
C F G C
Well if they tell you that you can be sure they've never been
C F Am C
'Cause the sun is always shinin' and the hills are always green
C F G C
And the people are always smilin' and offerin' you drinks
G - Am - G
C Am
We'd set up our tent on the cliffs right by the sea
C Am F
Almost every night and the waves rocked us to sleep
Am G C F
A postman from Wales and his friend from England
Am G C
Bought us fries at the westernmost pub
Am G C F
We sat with them and two others we'd met
Am G C
And we all watched the postman get drunk
Am C
And at first the Burren might seem like a waste land of broken stones
Am F G
Look in the cracks and you'll see there's a secret there that grows
C G Am
And Galway City really feels a lot like home
C G Am F
We went through Connemara and up to Sligo
Am G C F
And at the Slieve League we couldn't see anything;
Am G C
We decided that we should turn back
Am G C F
The mist was so thick that we couldn't find our feet
Am G C
And the trail was called Deadman's Pass
Am C
On one side it was three thousand feet down to the ocean
Am
The other was two thousand feet to the ground
F G
And anyway our time was running out
C G Am
And we crossed the country in less than a day
C G Am F
Our last ride to Dublin asked us the same things
Am G C F
They asked if we had any kin from Ireland;
Am G C
They were surprised when we said no
Am G C F
When I said I didn't drink and hadn't tried Guinness yet
Am G C
They were the first ones to say, "way to go"
Am C
And as our ferry was leaving the Emerald Isle behind
Am F G
We were already making our plans to come back sometime
C F Am C
And don't ever let 'em tell you that it rains in Ireland
C F G C
Well if they tell you that you can be sure they've never been
C F Am C
'Cause the sun is always shinin' and the hills are always green
C F G C
And people are always smilin' and offerin' you drinks
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