Biografia:
Desaparecidos foi uma banda de post-hardcore natural de Nebraska nos Estados Unidos. Era um projeto paralelo de Conor Oberst, vocalista da banda Bright Eyes. A banda foi muito elogiada e criticada por seu som cru, logo depois do lançamento do único álbum da banda Read Music/Speak Spanish. Com um certo contraste com a banda Bright Eyes, as vezes por seu vocal mais gritado, a banda acabou ganhando caracterísica de uma banda post-hardcore (como At the Drive-In).
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Capo on 4th.
Am E F
I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live
Am E F
I don't want to be ashamed to be American
Am
but opportunity
E
no it don't exist
F
it's the opiate
C
of the populace
Am
we need some harder shit now
E
the truth's getting around
F
and each public school is a halfway house
E
where the huddled masses sober up and up
C F
enough? There's not enough
E Am G
to fatten the cows and feed all of us.
F G
It's just a rationing of luck
E
what can't be bought gets raffled off.
C F
oh god good god shed greed on thee,
E Am G
your shining sea turned a dirty green
F
from the industry
G
off the shores of New Jersey
(Chords same as above)
I got a letter from the army so I think that I'll enlist
I'm not brave or proud of nothing I just want to kill something
too bad that nowadays you just point and click
swing low satellite, hot white chariot
in the computer's blue glare
the bombs burst in the air
there was a city once now nothing's there
our freedom comes at their expense
it makes sense does it?
Dollars and cents
they're stretching barbed wire across the picket fence
that's surrounding your housing development
in case you lack the confidence
oh god my god give strength to thee
these amber waves purple majesty is nothing but
backdrops for Disney
C Dm
look up close it's superimposed
Am
on a blank blue screen yea its fantasy
G
fucking magical
C Dm
the dream floats like a chemical
Am
through each snapped synapse
G
our television past that is beautiful
C
no more
Dm
no more
Am-G-Am-F-E-C
Am E F
I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live
Am E F
I don't want to be ashamed to be American
Am
but opportunity
E
no it don't exist
F
it's the opiate
C
of the populace
Am
we need some harder shit now
E
the truth's getting around
F
and each public school is a halfway house
E
where the huddled masses sober up and up
C F
enough? There's not enough
E Am G
to fatten the cows and feed all of us.
F G
It's just a rationing of luck
E
what can't be bought gets raffled off.
C F
oh god good god shed greed on thee,
E Am G
your shining sea turned a dirty green
F
from the industry
G
off the shores of New Jersey
(Chords same as above)
I got a letter from the army so I think that I'll enlist
I'm not brave or proud of nothing I just want to kill something
too bad that nowadays you just point and click
swing low satellite, hot white chariot
in the computer's blue glare
the bombs burst in the air
there was a city once now nothing's there
our freedom comes at their expense
it makes sense does it?
Dollars and cents
they're stretching barbed wire across the picket fence
that's surrounding your housing development
in case you lack the confidence
oh god my god give strength to thee
these amber waves purple majesty is nothing but
backdrops for Disney
C Dm
look up close it's superimposed
Am
on a blank blue screen yea its fantasy
G
fucking magical
C Dm
the dream floats like a chemical
Am
through each snapped synapse
G
our television past that is beautiful
C
no more
Dm
no more
Am-G-Am-F-E-C
DeSchoWieda
Desconocido
Desera
Desert Noises
Desert Rose Band
Desmond Child
Desmond De Silva
Desmond Dekker
Desorden Masivo
Desparrame