Biografia:
The Cat Empire é uma banda alternativa de Melbourne, Austrália. O som deles é classificado como uma fusão de jazz, funk e rock com forte influências latinas. Atualmente, the Cat Empire é formada por Ollie McGill (teclado e backing vocals), Ryan Monro (baixo e backing vocals), Felix Riebl (percussão e vocais), Harry James Angus (trompete e vocais), Will Hull-Brown (bateria), e Jamshid Khadiwhala aka Jumps (decks, percussão). Alguns temas recorrentes de suas músicas seriam a rejeição ao materialismo
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Outras músicas:
- Chariot
- Chariots
- Hello Hello
- No Longer There
- Nothing
- Sly
- Still Young
- The Lost Song
- Two Shoes
- All Hell
- All Night Loud
- Anybody
- Anymore
- Bataclan
- Brighter Than Gold
- Bulls
- Call Me Home
- Creature
- Daggers Drawn
- Days Like These
- Eagle
- Echoes
- Feelings Gone
- Go
- How To Explain
- In My Pocket
- Kila
- Like A Drum
- Lullaby
- Miserere
- Motion
- No Mountain
- On My Way
- Only Light
- Open Up Your Face
- Oscar Wilde
- Panama
- Prophets In The Sky
- Protons Neutrons Electrons
- Ready Now
- Reasonably Fine
- Rhyme And Reason
- Saturday Night
- Sleep Wont Sleep
- So Many Nights
- Song For Elias
- Steal The Light
- Sunny Moon
- The Crowd
- The Night That Never End
- The Rhythm
- The Wine Song
- Til The Ocean Takes Us All
- Till The Ocean Takes Us All
- Voodoo Cowboy
- Whos That
- Wine Song
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!
HOW TO EXPLAIN
Capo V
E (trumpet solo)
G F (E)
When a room becomes an altar
And what beast that must exist
Dm6
It flies with music from our lips
F
And steals a kiss and blows it
Dm6 E
Out into the mist
Where castles stand on cliffs
And cobbled streets they wind and drift
Dm6
And moods are made and set but shift
F
This place where skies are low
Dm6 E
And birds are big
We went to sleep in day
And woke again the same day
Dm6
We have learned to cheat the time
F
And find the hours
Dm6 E
That the clocks cannot define
As I looked up from that stage
Dm6
I felt the thing that had been made
And how it raged
F
And how it raged
Dm
How to explain?
Something makes me howl
G7
And shiver to the core
Am
Ah outside if it was raining
F G
Then inside there'd be a storm
Am
We've got a pair of hands for climbing
F G
And a pair of knees to spring
Am
And a pair of balls for strength
F G
And a pair of lungs to sing
Am
And these simple chords
F (F) G
That say: music is the language of us all
Am E Am (x4) E...
G F E
To write these songs is to be written
Ah the chorus always knows
Dm6
What is in store
F
And what is more the thing that sings us
Dm6 E
Is the thing that makes us roar
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
We clapped our hands
F
And heard them spread
Dm6
There was a trumpet and a call
F E
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Am E Am (x12) E...
Dm
I find it hard to speak emotional
G7
Cos these things are the things that
C
Can't be said
And when it's struck it strikes
F G
The memory from our heads
Am
Once I wrote to play's
F G
To be immortal for a night
Am
And despite the unknown hours
F
Something happens
G C
When the light turns out the lights
Am
Then we fade and yawn
F G
To music that's the language of us all
HAYMAN
Capo V
E (trumpet solo)
G F (E)
When a room becomes an altar
And what beast that must exist
Dm6
It flies with music from our lips
F
And steals a kiss and blows it
Dm6 E
Out into the mist
Where castles stand on cliffs
And cobbled streets they wind and drift
Dm6
And moods are made and set but shift
F
This place where skies are low
Dm6 E
And birds are big
We went to sleep in day
And woke again the same day
Dm6
We have learned to cheat the time
F
And find the hours
Dm6 E
That the clocks cannot define
As I looked up from that stage
Dm6
I felt the thing that had been made
And how it raged
F
And how it raged
Dm
How to explain?
Something makes me howl
G7
And shiver to the core
Am
Ah outside if it was raining
F G
Then inside there'd be a storm
Am
We've got a pair of hands for climbing
F G
And a pair of knees to spring
Am
And a pair of balls for strength
F G
And a pair of lungs to sing
Am
And these simple chords
F (F) G
That say: music is the language of us all
Am E Am (x4) E...
G F E
To write these songs is to be written
Ah the chorus always knows
Dm6
What is in store
F
And what is more the thing that sings us
Dm6 E
Is the thing that makes us roar
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
We clapped our hands
F
And heard them spread
Dm6
There was a trumpet and a call
F E
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Am E Am (x12) E...
Dm
I find it hard to speak emotional
G7
Cos these things are the things that
C
Can't be said
And when it's struck it strikes
F G
The memory from our heads
Am
Once I wrote to play's
F G
To be immortal for a night
Am
And despite the unknown hours
F
Something happens
G C
When the light turns out the lights
Am
Then we fade and yawn
F G
To music that's the language of us all
HAYMAN
The Chiffons
The Children (...)
The Choir Practi (...)
The Chongkeys
The Chordettes
The Click Five
The Clientele
The Cliks
The Coasters
The Cog Is Dead