Biografia:
The Courteeners é uma banda inglesa de indie rock formada em 2006 em Middleton, Grande Manchester por Liam Fray (guitarra/vocal), Michael Campbell (bateria/vocal de apoio), Daniel Conan Moores (guitarra) e Mark Cuppello (baixo).
Todos os quatro integrantes são oriundos da área de Middleton, Grande Manchester
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Outras músicas:
- An Ex Is An Ex For A Reason
- Bide Your Time
- Sycophant
- The Rest Of The World Has Gone Home
- Are You In Love With A Notion
- Beautiful Head
- Cameo Brooch
- Cavorting
- Cross My Heart And Hope To Fly
- De La Salle
- Dreamers
- Fallowfield Hillbilly
- Finest Hour
- Forget The Weight Of The World
- Good Times Are Calling
- Has He Told You That He Loves You Yet
- Here Come The Young Men
- How Come
- How Good It Was
- If It Wasnt For Me
- International
- Kings Of The New Road
- Last Of The Ladies
- Lose Control
- Marquee
- Meanwhile Back At The Ranch
- Modern Love
- More Than A Weekend To Fix This Mess
- Most Important
- No One Will Ever Replace Us
- No You Didnt No You Dont
- Not Nineteen Forever
- Please Dont
- Push Yourself
- Revolver
- Save Rosemary In Time
- Saw This And Fort Of You
- Scratch Your Name Upon My Lips
- Small Bones
- Smiths Disco
- Social Fireworks
- Summer
- Sunflower
- Take Over The World
- That Kiss
- The 17Th
- The Opener
- The Sharks Are Circling
- Van Der Graff
- What Took You So Long
- When You Want Something You Cant Have
- Whites Of Her Eyes
- Why Are You Still With Him
- Winter Wonderland
- Yesterday Today Probably Tomorrow
- You Overdid It Doll
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The Courteeners - Sycophant
By Adam Blackburne
(Some lyrics are missing/incorrect)
C#
I'll never dance with a Sycophant
Bbm G#
I'd rather entertain disdain
C# Bbm G#
from someone who I love, at least you know where you stand,
C#
you'll never understand
C#/Bbm/G# x2
C# Bbm
Keep your eyes on your own work son, do your homework son
G# C#
you'll never be undone
Bbm G#
we're like a father and a son we will never be undone
C#/Bbm/G# x2
I'll ask you;
Bbm
are my clothes alright?
Fm
Is my hair alright?
F# G#
You can say what you want cos its what we like
Bbm Fm
we are judged on everything single thing we do
F# G#
we could not care less cos we are us not you
C#
you say you're clued up i think you're glued up
Bbm G# C#
You're seen everywhere in town, but you're never with a friend
Bbm G# C#
you know everybodys name, you're the king of pretend
C#/Bbm/G#
C#
The proofs in the pudding, and the gigs,
Bbm G#
you've not even been to Woolworths to buy your mix
C#
You flirt with the weather a kneeling knave?
Bbm G#
Billy Shakespeare would be spinning in his grave
Bbm
are my clothes alright?
Fm
Is my hair alright?
F# G#
You can say what you want cos its what we like
Bbm Fm
we are judged on everything single thing we do
F# G#
we could not care less cos we are us not you
C#
you say you're clued up i think you're glued up
Bbm G# C#
You're seen everywhere in town, but you're never with a friend
Bbm G# C#
you know everybodys name, you're the king of pretend
Bbm
are my clothes alright?
Fm
Is my hair alright?
F# G#
You can say what you want cos its what we like
Bbm Fm
we are judged on everything single thing we do
F# G#
we could not care less cos we are us not you
C#
you say you're clued up i think you're glued up
Bbm G# C#
You're seen everywhere in town, but you're never with a friend
Bbm G# C#
you know everybodys name, you're the king of pretend
C# Bbm
You'd rather dance with a Sycophant how do you sleep
G# C#
How do you get Up Get Fucked
By Adam Blackburne
(Some lyrics are missing/incorrect)
C#
I'll never dance with a Sycophant
Bbm G#
I'd rather entertain disdain
C# Bbm G#
from someone who I love, at least you know where you stand,
C#
you'll never understand
C#/Bbm/G# x2
C# Bbm
Keep your eyes on your own work son, do your homework son
G# C#
you'll never be undone
Bbm G#
we're like a father and a son we will never be undone
C#/Bbm/G# x2
I'll ask you;
Bbm
are my clothes alright?
Fm
Is my hair alright?
F# G#
You can say what you want cos its what we like
Bbm Fm
we are judged on everything single thing we do
F# G#
we could not care less cos we are us not you
C#
you say you're clued up i think you're glued up
Bbm G# C#
You're seen everywhere in town, but you're never with a friend
Bbm G# C#
you know everybodys name, you're the king of pretend
C#/Bbm/G#
C#
The proofs in the pudding, and the gigs,
Bbm G#
you've not even been to Woolworths to buy your mix
C#
You flirt with the weather a kneeling knave?
Bbm G#
Billy Shakespeare would be spinning in his grave
Bbm
are my clothes alright?
Fm
Is my hair alright?
F# G#
You can say what you want cos its what we like
Bbm Fm
we are judged on everything single thing we do
F# G#
we could not care less cos we are us not you
C#
you say you're clued up i think you're glued up
Bbm G# C#
You're seen everywhere in town, but you're never with a friend
Bbm G# C#
you know everybodys name, you're the king of pretend
Bbm
are my clothes alright?
Fm
Is my hair alright?
F# G#
You can say what you want cos its what we like
Bbm Fm
we are judged on everything single thing we do
F# G#
we could not care less cos we are us not you
C#
you say you're clued up i think you're glued up
Bbm G# C#
You're seen everywhere in town, but you're never with a friend
Bbm G# C#
you know everybodys name, you're the king of pretend
C# Bbm
You'd rather dance with a Sycophant how do you sleep
G# C#
How do you get Up Get Fucked
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