Biografia:
One of five bands:
1. Branches - Los Angeles, CA
- Indie/Folk Rock -
Best friends turned band-mates, the lady and gentlemen of Branches are an independent, self-writing and self-producing collective. Birthed in a living room in the suburbs of Los Angeles in 2010, Tyler, Natalie, Jacob, Mitch, Tyler, and Mike spent their first year together making friends, playing shows, and writing and recording the songs for their EPs ("O, Light!", "Cabin", "Merry Christmas") and their full-length ("Thou Art The Dream", released 2/12).
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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!
Branches- " Maps of Wars"
http://soundslikebranches.bandcamp.com/
D G
All thats made it to this place
D
Is your window-tinted sunshine face
D G
And the rubber tubes and rusty plates
D
On your brothers stolen bike
D
Come through the window and find my
G
hand.
D
Reaching through the sinking sand
D G
Of childrens books and far off lands
D
Where muffled voices fade
G D
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode,
A
And the bombs
G D
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode,
A
And the bombs
D G
Your shrapnel words through brick and bone
D
Hurt like any stick or stone
D G
And now there’s bodies in your home
D
Bodies walking in your home
G D A
And broken hearts still beat, and broken
hearts still beat
G D A
And broken hearts still beat, and broken
hearts still beat
D G
You blew out the birthday flame
D
Whistling a sweet disdain
D G
Carving out the sugar cane
D
While we watched from my room
D G
I remember you that way
D
With everything in the world to say
D G
To an empty room on your favorite day
D
Drawing maps with your words
G D
Drawing maps with your words, drawing
A
maps with your words
G D
Drawing maps with your words, drawing
A
maps with your words
http://soundslikebranches.bandcamp.com/
D G
All thats made it to this place
D
Is your window-tinted sunshine face
D G
And the rubber tubes and rusty plates
D
On your brothers stolen bike
D
Come through the window and find my
G
hand.
D
Reaching through the sinking sand
D G
Of childrens books and far off lands
D
Where muffled voices fade
G D
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode,
A
And the bombs
G D
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode,
A
And the bombs
D G
Your shrapnel words through brick and bone
D
Hurt like any stick or stone
D G
And now there’s bodies in your home
D
Bodies walking in your home
G D A
And broken hearts still beat, and broken
hearts still beat
G D A
And broken hearts still beat, and broken
hearts still beat
D G
You blew out the birthday flame
D
Whistling a sweet disdain
D G
Carving out the sugar cane
D
While we watched from my room
D G
I remember you that way
D
With everything in the world to say
D G
To an empty room on your favorite day
D
Drawing maps with your words
G D
Drawing maps with your words, drawing
A
maps with your words
G D
Drawing maps with your words, drawing
A
maps with your words
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Brandon Anderson
Brandon Beal
Brandon Bee
Brandon Boyd
Brandon Lee
Brandon M. Denni (...)
Brandon Mig
Brandon Oaks
Brandon Perry