Biografia:
Arms is the name of at least 2 artists:
1) a mathcore band from Orlando, Florida:
http://facebook.com/armsfl/
https://armsfl.bandcamp.com
2) an indie folk artist:
"I was exhausted," says Todd Goldstein, reflecting on the years since the release of his band ARMS’ lush, ambitious 2011 album, Summer Skills. “I put everything I had into that album—creatively, emotionally—I had nothing left in me." After spending his mid-20s playing guitar
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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!
This is how I play the song.Lyrics are my own guesses.
Suggestions and corrections welcome!
[Intro]
G7 B7 Em
e|-------------------------------|
B|----8------12------5-----------|
G|-------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------| / x2
A|-------------------------------| /
E|-------------------------------| /
[Verse 1]
G7
How’d it get so late
B7 Em
There’s darkness everywhere you look
G7
Screaming past the turnstiles
B7 Em
Rippling through the neighborhood
G7 F
Forget about the whispers and the screams
C
And taking all, all the logic of a dream
G7 F
And know that things are never what they seem
C
But tell that to
Em Dm C
That weird old heart of mine
Em Dm Em
That weird old heart of mine
F C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
[Verse 2]
G7
I have heard the sirens
B7 Em
Singing softly each to each
G7
So intent on something
B7 Em
Always hovering out of reach
G7 F
You slay ‘em with your kindness and your style
C
You make them weak, you leave them dancing in the aisles
G7 F
You'll keep ‘em with the sadness in your smile
C
And your tune
Em Dm C
A bleary lullaby
Em Dm Em F C Em
A bleary lullaby
F C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
[Verse 3]
G7 F
Crying out in pleasure or in pain
C
Where we are, oh they largely sound the same
G7 F
Commotion at the edges of the frame
C
Oh a luminous transmission at the far end of the dial
G7
And the city full of strangers
F C
It’ll make this brittle time worthwhile
Em Dm C
Till we cross that finish line
Em Dm C
Till you cross that finish line
Em Dm C Am
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
Suggestions and corrections welcome!
[Intro]
G7 B7 Em
e|-------------------------------|
B|----8------12------5-----------|
G|-------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------| / x2
A|-------------------------------| /
E|-------------------------------| /
[Verse 1]
G7
How’d it get so late
B7 Em
There’s darkness everywhere you look
G7
Screaming past the turnstiles
B7 Em
Rippling through the neighborhood
G7 F
Forget about the whispers and the screams
C
And taking all, all the logic of a dream
G7 F
And know that things are never what they seem
C
But tell that to
Em Dm C
That weird old heart of mine
Em Dm Em
That weird old heart of mine
F C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
[Verse 2]
G7
I have heard the sirens
B7 Em
Singing softly each to each
G7
So intent on something
B7 Em
Always hovering out of reach
G7 F
You slay ‘em with your kindness and your style
C
You make them weak, you leave them dancing in the aisles
G7 F
You'll keep ‘em with the sadness in your smile
C
And your tune
Em Dm C
A bleary lullaby
Em Dm Em F C Em
A bleary lullaby
F C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
[Verse 3]
G7 F
Crying out in pleasure or in pain
C
Where we are, oh they largely sound the same
G7 F
Commotion at the edges of the frame
C
Oh a luminous transmission at the far end of the dial
G7
And the city full of strangers
F C
It’ll make this brittle time worthwhile
Em Dm C
Till we cross that finish line
Em Dm C
Till you cross that finish line
Em Dm C Am
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh
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