Biografia:
The Shins é um grupo de indie rock formado pelo cantor e guitarrista James Russell Mercer, pelo tecladista e guitarrista Martin Crandall, pelo baixista Dave Hernandez, e pelo baterista Jesse Sandoval.
A banda começou em 1997 na cidade de Albuquerque, Novo México como um projeto paralelo de Mercer e Neal Langford, que tocavam em um conjunto chamado Flake. Em 1999, o Flake (que nesse momento já se chamava Flake Music) acabou e todos os seus membros foram para os Shins (nome de uma família fictícia de The Music Man
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Outras músicas:
- 40 Mark Strasse
- A Comet Appears
- Austrailia
- Bait And Switch
- For A Fool
- Girl On The Wing
- It's Only Life
- Kissing The Lipless
- New Slang
- Phantom Limb
- Pink Bullets
- Port Of Morrow
- September
- Simple Song
- Sleeping Lessons
- So Now What
- Australia
- Saint Simon
- A Call To Apathity
- Breathe
- Caring Is Creepy
- Celebate Life
- Celibate Life
- Cherry Hearts
- Dead Alive
- Eating Styes From Elephant Eyes
- Eating Styes From Elephants Eyes
- Fall Of 82
- Fantasy Island
- Fighting In A Sack
- Flake Music
- Girl Inform Me
- Gone For Good
- Half A Million
- Heartworms
- Its Only Life
- Know Your Onion
- Mildenhall
- Mines Not A High Horse
- My Seventh Rib
- Name For You
- No Way Down
- Nothing At All
- One By One All Day
- Painting A Hole
- Pam Berry
- Pariah King
- Past And Pending
- Plenty Is Never Enough
- Pressed In A Book
- Red Rabbits
- Rubber Ballz
- Sea Legs
- So Says I
- Sphagnum Esplanade
- Spilt Needles
- Split Needles
- The Fear
- The Past And Pending
- The Past And The Pending
- The Rifles Spiral
- The Waltz Is Over
- Theyll Soon Discover
- Those Bold City Girls
- Those To Come
- Turn A Square
- Turn On Me
- We Will Become Silhouettes
- Weird Divide
- When I Goose Step
- Won One Too Many Fights
- Young Pilgrims
- Your Algebra
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!
G C
Frozen in winter coats,
Am
White girls of the North,
F C
File past one five and one
C
They are the fabled lambs,
D
Of Sunday ham,
Am
The EHS norm
G C
And they can float above the grass,
G
In circles if they tried,
F C
A latent power I know they hide,
C
To keep some hope alive,
D Am
That a girl like I could ever try,
G
Could ever try.
Em C D
So we just skirt the hallway signs,
Em
A phantom and a fly,
E C D
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection.
(Then Just Repeat chords)
A week of rolling eyes falling eyes,
And cheap shots from the trite,
And we're off to Nemarca’s porch again,
Another afternoon with the goat head tunes,
And pilfered booze.
We wandered through her mama's house,
The milk from a window lights,
Family portrait circa ninety-five,
This is that foreign land,
With the sprayed on tans,
And it all feels fine,
Be it silk or slime
So, when they tap our Monday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.
So, when they tap our Sunday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection.
Frozen in winter coats,
Am
White girls of the North,
F C
File past one five and one
C
They are the fabled lambs,
D
Of Sunday ham,
Am
The EHS norm
G C
And they can float above the grass,
G
In circles if they tried,
F C
A latent power I know they hide,
C
To keep some hope alive,
D Am
That a girl like I could ever try,
G
Could ever try.
Em C D
So we just skirt the hallway signs,
Em
A phantom and a fly,
E C D
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection.
(Then Just Repeat chords)
A week of rolling eyes falling eyes,
And cheap shots from the trite,
And we're off to Nemarca’s porch again,
Another afternoon with the goat head tunes,
And pilfered booze.
We wandered through her mama's house,
The milk from a window lights,
Family portrait circa ninety-five,
This is that foreign land,
With the sprayed on tans,
And it all feels fine,
Be it silk or slime
So, when they tap our Monday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.
So, when they tap our Sunday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection.
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