Biografia:
Me Like Bees é uma banda de rock indie / alternativo de Joplin , Missouri e é composta por Pete Burton (guitarra ) , Nick Bynum (baixo), Lucas Sheafer (vocal / guitarra), e Timothy Cote (bateria) .
Formada em maio de 2009, o grupo tem desenvolvido o seu som com influências de bandas como Modest Mouse, Arcade Fire e The White Stripes . O som de “Me Like Bees”, como muitos de suas influências , é baseada na ideia de mudar a música para a frente com melodias interessantes e simples.
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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!
[Intro]
Bm D G
[Verse 1]
Bm D
I have this problem where I'm already measuring how you'll react
G G
Before I even finish what I was gonna say
Bm
I dance around my thoughts like they're a fire
D G G
And if I order my steps in just the right sequence I could make it rain
Bm D
And it isn't a joke; or some poem I wrote
G G
It's the shadow tracing back to every word I've spoke
Bm D
Burn brighter, if you can't fix the house that you were born into
G G
Well, put a match to work and see what fire can do
Bm D
Cut cleaner, if the hanging fray causes you to cling to the old
G G
Ways and means and methods then the knife was too dull
Bm D
And so the lesson becomes; how you fix a problem
G G
Can yield a grimmer consequence than what you kept from
[Hook]
G Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
G Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
[Verse 2]
Bm D
A full measure shaken down, spilled over was the cup I had drawn
G G
Took me one little tumble and the thing was half gone
Bm D
And half-full is a fool's assessment when the ledger is red
G G
And the deficit is only ever making ahead
Bm D
And though a slow motion spill looks real cool in a film
G G
In either case the result is typically a mess
[Hook]
Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
[Verse 3]
Bm
My soul held a measure and the ledger was null
D G
My feet found a dry place to count in the cold
G Bm G Bm
It's all coming due now
Bm D
I felt my soul pulling in on the fabric of days
G G
All of time bunched up, converging like a senator's blade
Bm D
And my mind raced over all of everything that happened then
G G Bm
But it halted at the thought of things about to begin
Bm
Cause my heart held a ledger and my credits were full
D G G
When my feet set to walking out all too alone
Bm D
And my heart held a ledger and my credits were full
G G Bm
When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
[Chorus]
Bm
Now about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know, there's only one of ya
D
You just might end up with pneumonia
D Bm
And about how one might slow one's fall
Bm
To an amount down to faking control
Bm D
Well I guess that would depend on it
D
The kind of time you want to spend on it
Bm
Stand-offing often pays off, but I am pondering well
D G
Might be stepping down wasn't really so low
Em
My feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
Em A
And my lungs were full
Bm D G
[Verse 4]
G Bm
And praise be to the father forever
D
Who can take a dead thing and make it green
G Bm G
Only ever restoring
Bm G
And my soul held a ledger and he paid it in full
D G
When my root was a dead snag out in the cold
G Bm G Bm
Bm G
And then the drums kicked in
D
And I was spilling out some feverish thing
D
But the amps were cranked up so loud
G G Bm
Well, I didn't think you'd hear
Bm D
Well, how about them something or others I had seemed to say
G G
Well maybe listen closer and I'll try to sing clear
Bm D
My tongue held a ledger and my credits were full
D G G
When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
Bm D
And my tongue held a ledger and my credits were full
G G Bm
Consequences of grandstanding out in the cold
[Chorus]
Bm
Now about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know there's only one of ya
D
You just might end up with pneumonia
D Bm
And about how one might slow one's fall
Bm
To an amount down to faking control
D
Well I guess that would depend on it
D
The kind of time you want to spend on it
Bm
And when it comes to gallows humor it's a slippery slope
Bm
You see, you never ask a hangman to show you the ropes
Bm D
I know you meant it as a "Ha ha ha!"
D
You just might end up with a twiney collar
Bm
And about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know there's only one of ya
D D
You'll only end up with pneumonia
[Outro]
Bm
Heey!
Bm
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
D
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
Bm
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
(Heey!)
D
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
Bm A
Ooo-Ooo
A Bm
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
Bm A
Ooo-Ooo
A A A D D
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
D Bm
Ooooooooo
Bm
Ooo-Ooo
A Bm D Bm D
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
D D Bm
Ooooooooo
Bm Bm (fade out)
Ooooooooo-oooooo-ooooo-ooo
Bm D G
[Verse 1]
Bm D
I have this problem where I'm already measuring how you'll react
G G
Before I even finish what I was gonna say
Bm
I dance around my thoughts like they're a fire
D G G
And if I order my steps in just the right sequence I could make it rain
Bm D
And it isn't a joke; or some poem I wrote
G G
It's the shadow tracing back to every word I've spoke
Bm D
Burn brighter, if you can't fix the house that you were born into
G G
Well, put a match to work and see what fire can do
Bm D
Cut cleaner, if the hanging fray causes you to cling to the old
G G
Ways and means and methods then the knife was too dull
Bm D
And so the lesson becomes; how you fix a problem
G G
Can yield a grimmer consequence than what you kept from
[Hook]
G Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
G Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
[Verse 2]
Bm D
A full measure shaken down, spilled over was the cup I had drawn
G G
Took me one little tumble and the thing was half gone
Bm D
And half-full is a fool's assessment when the ledger is red
G G
And the deficit is only ever making ahead
Bm D
And though a slow motion spill looks real cool in a film
G G
In either case the result is typically a mess
[Hook]
Bm D
And I, I
D G G
Have found this
[Verse 3]
Bm
My soul held a measure and the ledger was null
D G
My feet found a dry place to count in the cold
G Bm G Bm
It's all coming due now
Bm D
I felt my soul pulling in on the fabric of days
G G
All of time bunched up, converging like a senator's blade
Bm D
And my mind raced over all of everything that happened then
G G Bm
But it halted at the thought of things about to begin
Bm
Cause my heart held a ledger and my credits were full
D G G
When my feet set to walking out all too alone
Bm D
And my heart held a ledger and my credits were full
G G Bm
When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
[Chorus]
Bm
Now about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know, there's only one of ya
D
You just might end up with pneumonia
D Bm
And about how one might slow one's fall
Bm
To an amount down to faking control
Bm D
Well I guess that would depend on it
D
The kind of time you want to spend on it
Bm
Stand-offing often pays off, but I am pondering well
D G
Might be stepping down wasn't really so low
Em
My feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
Em A
And my lungs were full
Bm D G
[Verse 4]
G Bm
And praise be to the father forever
D
Who can take a dead thing and make it green
G Bm G
Only ever restoring
Bm G
And my soul held a ledger and he paid it in full
D G
When my root was a dead snag out in the cold
G Bm G Bm
Bm G
And then the drums kicked in
D
And I was spilling out some feverish thing
D
But the amps were cranked up so loud
G G Bm
Well, I didn't think you'd hear
Bm D
Well, how about them something or others I had seemed to say
G G
Well maybe listen closer and I'll try to sing clear
Bm D
My tongue held a ledger and my credits were full
D G G
When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold
Bm D
And my tongue held a ledger and my credits were full
G G Bm
Consequences of grandstanding out in the cold
[Chorus]
Bm
Now about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know there's only one of ya
D
You just might end up with pneumonia
D Bm
And about how one might slow one's fall
Bm
To an amount down to faking control
D
Well I guess that would depend on it
D
The kind of time you want to spend on it
Bm
And when it comes to gallows humor it's a slippery slope
Bm
You see, you never ask a hangman to show you the ropes
Bm D
I know you meant it as a "Ha ha ha!"
D
You just might end up with a twiney collar
Bm
And about how one goes on one's own
Bm
Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."
Bm D
Well don't you know there's only one of ya
D D
You'll only end up with pneumonia
[Outro]
Bm
Heey!
Bm
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
D
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
Bm
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
(Heey!)
D
Aaaaaaaaaaaa-Aaaaaaaa
Bm A
Ooo-Ooo
A Bm
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
Bm A
Ooo-Ooo
A A A D D
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
D Bm
Ooooooooo
Bm
Ooo-Ooo
A Bm D Bm D
Ooo-Ooo-Oooooo
D D Bm
Ooooooooo
Bm Bm (fade out)
Ooooooooo-oooooo-ooooo-ooo
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