Biografia:
Tim Minchin (n. 7 de Outubro de 1975) é um comediante australiano, ator e músico. Ele é melhor conhecido por sua comédia musical, a qual é presente em dois CDs, um DVD e um número de shows de comédia ao vivo que ele tem apresentado internacionalmente. Ele também tem se apresentado em televisão e rádio tanto na Austrália quanto no Reino Unido. Após crescer em Perth, Australia Ocidental, Minchin concluiu o bacharelado em Artes pela Universidade do Oeste Australiano
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Outras músicas:
- Canvas Bags
- Darkside
- Drowned
- F Sharp
- F*ck The Poor
- Lullaby
- Naughty
- Not Perfect
- Peace Anthem For Palestine
- Prejudice
- Rock 'n' Roll Nerd
- When I Grow Up
- White Wine In The Sun
- 10 Foot Cock And A Few Hundred Virgins
- 15 Minutes
- 5 Poofs And 2 Pianos
- Beauty
- Brain Cum
- Come Home Cardinal Pell
- Confessions
- Cont
- Dark Side
- Enviromentalism
- Fancy That
- Fat Children
- Fuck The Poor
- Hello
- Hope From Groundhog Day
- I Love Jesus
- If I Had My Time Again From Groundhog Day
- If You Open Your Mind Too Much Your Brain Will Fall Out
- If You Really Loved Me
- Inflatable You
- Its Not Perfect
- Leaving La
- Loud
- Lust Or Outstanding Woman
- My House
- Night Will Come Groundhog Day
- Nothing Can Stop Us Now
- Nothing Changes
- Nothing Ruins Comedy
- Playing Nancy
- Quiet
- Rock N Roll Nerd
- Second Encore
- Seeing You
- So Long As We Are Together
- Some People Have It Worse Than I
- Song For Wossy
- Summer Romance
- Thank You God
- The Fence
- The Good Book
- The Guilt Song
- The Pope Song
- The Song For Phil Daoust
- There Will Be Sun
- Three Minute Song
- White Wine In The Sun Christmas Song
- Woody Allen Jesus
- You Grew On Me
- Youtube Lament
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!
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Doesn't have a problem with drugs,
Dm
He just doesn't do them,
G
He's fine that his mates have tattoos,
Am
But he reckon's they'll rue them,
Am
He likes going to pubs,
Dm
But he hates it when the music's too loud,
G
He tends not to go to rock concerts,
Am
'Cause he can't stand the crowd
Dm G
And all he's ever wanted to be
C G/B Am C/G
Is a rock star on RAGE or MTV,
Dm G
But he knows that it's not very likely,
E
Now that he's thirty he knows that...
E Am
He will always be
G
A rock'n'roll nerd,
C G/B
He'll keep writing songs the world will never hear,
Am C/G
And though the won't be heard
Dm/F E (or minor - not sure)
He'll keep on writing, oh yeah,
D Gm
But you see the problem is
C7 F
He always thought he'd be a star,
Bb Eb
But he learnt piano instead of guitar,
D Gm
Which in the nineties didn't get you very far,
C7 F
So while the other kids were learning Stairway
Bb Eb
He was the piano to their forte,
D
But he was convinced one day
Eb
He'd rock their fucking arses,
D Eb
Or be an icon for the disenfranchised masses,
D Eb
Grow his hair long and rebel against the state,
Emb5 F
But for now that'd have to wait,
D/F# G
'Cause he's running late for his morning classes.
Am
And he will always be
G
A rock'n'roll nerd,
C G/B
He'll keep playing gigs that no-one knows about,
Am G
And though it sounds absurd
Dm/F E
He'll just keep playing, oh yeah,
D Gm
But you see the problem is
C7 F
There's not much depth in what he's singing,
Bb Eb
He's a victim of his upper-middle class upbringing,
D
So he can't write about the 'hood, or bling-bling,
Gm C7 F
So he sits and imagines his girlfriend is dead
Bb Eb
To try and find some angst in his middle class head,
D
But the bitch is always fine at half past nine when they
Gm
Go to bed,
C7 F
He hasn't spent a single night in prison,
Bb Eb
He has no issues with nutrition,
D Eb
He has no drinking problem and no drug addiction
D Eb
Unless you count the drugs they put in chicken,
D Eb
Marijuana always tends to make him cough,
Emb5 F
He doesn't look good with his t-shirt off,
D/F#
And when he tries to act tough, you can tell he's
Gm
Tricking.
(Ba da ba ba ba ba ba ba ba… )
Cm
While his mates all stay out late,
Eb F
Popping pills and havin fun,
Cm
He stays home and showers,
And gets a good eight hours,
Eb F
He gets his thrills from his morning run,
Cm
While his mates all go on dates,
Eb F
Taking speed and drinking cans of Beam,
Cm
He stays home and cooks,
And curls up with a book,
Eb F
And the girl he's had since he was seventeen
Gm
'Cause he's never really been part of the scene,
Bb
While the other kids liked Gunners he liked Queen,
C7
He's more into Beatles that the Stones,
Eb F
He's more Stevie Wonder than Ramones,
Gm
He never owned a panel van,
Bb
He never shot a Sepultura fan,
C7
He doesn't know the difference between metal and thrash,
Eb F
He couldn't tell you nothing about Axl and Slash,
Gm
He likes Ben Folds and The Jackson Five,
Bb
He knows all the words to Stayin' Alive,
C7
And although he wants to be all grungy and cool
Eb F
He spent eleven years in a private school,
Gm
So it doesn't matter how hard he tries,
Bb
He cannot hide behind his rock'n'roll lies,
C7
'Cause you've either got it or you don't,
Eb F
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't,
Gm
You've either got it or you don't,
Bb
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you wont.
C7/// Eb// F// D/F#// E/Ab//
F G
You can criticise him and he won't care,
F C/E D
'Cause he wants to rock, and he will never be deterred,
F/G
He'll always be a fucked-up little tryhard wannabe
Am
rock'n'roll nerd
E/G# C/G D7/F#
(Stairway to Heaven Chords)
F Am
A rock’n’roll nerd…
Doesn't have a problem with drugs,
Dm
He just doesn't do them,
G
He's fine that his mates have tattoos,
Am
But he reckon's they'll rue them,
Am
He likes going to pubs,
Dm
But he hates it when the music's too loud,
G
He tends not to go to rock concerts,
Am
'Cause he can't stand the crowd
Dm G
And all he's ever wanted to be
C G/B Am C/G
Is a rock star on RAGE or MTV,
Dm G
But he knows that it's not very likely,
E
Now that he's thirty he knows that...
E Am
He will always be
G
A rock'n'roll nerd,
C G/B
He'll keep writing songs the world will never hear,
Am C/G
And though the won't be heard
Dm/F E (or minor - not sure)
He'll keep on writing, oh yeah,
D Gm
But you see the problem is
C7 F
He always thought he'd be a star,
Bb Eb
But he learnt piano instead of guitar,
D Gm
Which in the nineties didn't get you very far,
C7 F
So while the other kids were learning Stairway
Bb Eb
He was the piano to their forte,
D
But he was convinced one day
Eb
He'd rock their fucking arses,
D Eb
Or be an icon for the disenfranchised masses,
D Eb
Grow his hair long and rebel against the state,
Emb5 F
But for now that'd have to wait,
D/F# G
'Cause he's running late for his morning classes.
Am
And he will always be
G
A rock'n'roll nerd,
C G/B
He'll keep playing gigs that no-one knows about,
Am G
And though it sounds absurd
Dm/F E
He'll just keep playing, oh yeah,
D Gm
But you see the problem is
C7 F
There's not much depth in what he's singing,
Bb Eb
He's a victim of his upper-middle class upbringing,
D
So he can't write about the 'hood, or bling-bling,
Gm C7 F
So he sits and imagines his girlfriend is dead
Bb Eb
To try and find some angst in his middle class head,
D
But the bitch is always fine at half past nine when they
Gm
Go to bed,
C7 F
He hasn't spent a single night in prison,
Bb Eb
He has no issues with nutrition,
D Eb
He has no drinking problem and no drug addiction
D Eb
Unless you count the drugs they put in chicken,
D Eb
Marijuana always tends to make him cough,
Emb5 F
He doesn't look good with his t-shirt off,
D/F#
And when he tries to act tough, you can tell he's
Gm
Tricking.
(Ba da ba ba ba ba ba ba ba… )
Cm
While his mates all stay out late,
Eb F
Popping pills and havin fun,
Cm
He stays home and showers,
And gets a good eight hours,
Eb F
He gets his thrills from his morning run,
Cm
While his mates all go on dates,
Eb F
Taking speed and drinking cans of Beam,
Cm
He stays home and cooks,
And curls up with a book,
Eb F
And the girl he's had since he was seventeen
Gm
'Cause he's never really been part of the scene,
Bb
While the other kids liked Gunners he liked Queen,
C7
He's more into Beatles that the Stones,
Eb F
He's more Stevie Wonder than Ramones,
Gm
He never owned a panel van,
Bb
He never shot a Sepultura fan,
C7
He doesn't know the difference between metal and thrash,
Eb F
He couldn't tell you nothing about Axl and Slash,
Gm
He likes Ben Folds and The Jackson Five,
Bb
He knows all the words to Stayin' Alive,
C7
And although he wants to be all grungy and cool
Eb F
He spent eleven years in a private school,
Gm
So it doesn't matter how hard he tries,
Bb
He cannot hide behind his rock'n'roll lies,
C7
'Cause you've either got it or you don't,
Eb F
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't,
Gm
You've either got it or you don't,
Bb
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you wont.
C7/// Eb// F// D/F#// E/Ab//
F G
You can criticise him and he won't care,
F C/E D
'Cause he wants to rock, and he will never be deterred,
F/G
He'll always be a fucked-up little tryhard wannabe
Am
rock'n'roll nerd
E/G# C/G D7/F#
(Stairway to Heaven Chords)
F Am
A rock’n’roll nerd…
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