Biografia:
Onsind is a DIY folk-punk band from Pity Me, Durham, UK.
They have releases on Plan-it-X, Discount Horse, Specialist Subject and more.
You can listen to and download all of their songs at http://onsind.bandcamp.com.
Read more on Last.fm
Outras músicas:
- A Generous Exposition
- Annie
- Ba77
- Claimant
- Clarice
- Dissatisfactions
- Either Hes Dead Or My Watch Has Stopped
- Frankland Prison Blues
- God Hates Facts
- Grieving Kind
- Heat Up The Blade
- Here Come The Year Nines
- Heterosexuality Is A Construct
- Huey Alabaster
- I Could Carve A Better Man Out Of A Banana
- If Anyone Needs Me Ill Be In The Angry Dome
- Immature
- Kim Kelly Is My Cognitive Behavioural Therapist
- Kim Kelly Is My Friend
- Lord Beer Me Strength
- Loyalty Festers
- Magnolia
- Margie
- Memoirs Of A Dutiful Daughter
- Mildred
- My Clean Sweep At The Clown Oscars
- Old Hazel Eyes Is Back
- Pigs In The Green Room
- Pokemon City Limits
- Scenes From A Shit Italian Restaurant
- Sectioned
- Snitches Get Stitches
- Suicide Is Painful
- Sweet And Tender Julian
- That Takes Ovaries
- Truth Emerges From The Well
- You Should Probably Keep It All In
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]
C G C G
[Verse 1]
C G
It’s not divine, it’s not intelligent design,
Em C G C
it’s not the eucharist or your confession time
G
It’s just the path where we depart the most,
the cop, the kid, the Holy Ghost,
Em C G
another scripture scribbled through with lines.
[Chorus]
D Em D
I don’t blame you for needing something to believe,
C
but give me hands that help instead of lips that pray,
G C G
this isn’t judgement day.
[Verse 2]
C G
Your God is real, insofar as the shame he made you feel
Em
has caused a sadness
C G
that you’re scared to leave behind
C G
Self-loathing in your bones, no hope for rolling back the stone,
Em C G
you found mythology could ease your muddled mind.
[Chorus]
D Em D
I don’t blame you for needing something to believe,
C
but give me hands that help instead of lips that pray,
G C G
this isn’t judgement day.
[Instrumental]
C G Em C G D Em D C G
C G
[Bridge]
G
A phonecall at the break of dawn
A pain you’ve never felt before
Em
Bad news in a soothing voice
G
Another bloody lousy choice
Queue behind an old acquaintance
Pay the price for your impatience
Em
Make eye contact as you leave
G
Wiping tears with your sleeve.
G
It’s sweaty palms on your big day
Forgot the psalm the preacher sang
Em
Lose another awkward fight
G
Then read the book of Job by candlelight
Skimmed over the obituaries
Typos in the prophecy
Em
These vineyards smell like cemeteries
G
But there’s no such thing as booze for free.
Em
Superstition or religion
G
in the church where you were christened
Em
eyeing the collection tin
G
Be sure to put your coppers in
C
Politics and economics
D
The nervous ticks of an alcoholic
C
Waster in his father’s suit
D
The rotting flesh of the forbidden fruit.
Em
Meet me at the reservoir
D
The world got smaller, things got harder
C
Say a toast to an absent friend
Then tell yourself you’ll make amends
Em
Then lie again and say you’re fine
D
Your breath smells like Communion wine
C
There’s nothing left round here for you
So do what you’re supposed to do.
Em
And meet meat the reservoir
D C
Your plans were scuppered from the very start
Em
The world got smaller, things got harder
D C
A fading light; another broken heart
G
So come and meet me at the reservoir.
[Outro]
D Em D
I don’t blame you for needing something to believe,
C
in fact we all put faith in things we can’t explain
Em D C
The way a funeral seems more poignant in the rain
Em D C
But give me hands that help instead of lips that pray,
G
this isn’t judgment day.
C G C G
[Verse 1]
C G
It’s not divine, it’s not intelligent design,
Em C G C
it’s not the eucharist or your confession time
G
It’s just the path where we depart the most,
the cop, the kid, the Holy Ghost,
Em C G
another scripture scribbled through with lines.
[Chorus]
D Em D
I don’t blame you for needing something to believe,
C
but give me hands that help instead of lips that pray,
G C G
this isn’t judgement day.
[Verse 2]
C G
Your God is real, insofar as the shame he made you feel
Em
has caused a sadness
C G
that you’re scared to leave behind
C G
Self-loathing in your bones, no hope for rolling back the stone,
Em C G
you found mythology could ease your muddled mind.
[Chorus]
D Em D
I don’t blame you for needing something to believe,
C
but give me hands that help instead of lips that pray,
G C G
this isn’t judgement day.
[Instrumental]
C G Em C G D Em D C G
C G
[Bridge]
G
A phonecall at the break of dawn
A pain you’ve never felt before
Em
Bad news in a soothing voice
G
Another bloody lousy choice
Queue behind an old acquaintance
Pay the price for your impatience
Em
Make eye contact as you leave
G
Wiping tears with your sleeve.
G
It’s sweaty palms on your big day
Forgot the psalm the preacher sang
Em
Lose another awkward fight
G
Then read the book of Job by candlelight
Skimmed over the obituaries
Typos in the prophecy
Em
These vineyards smell like cemeteries
G
But there’s no such thing as booze for free.
Em
Superstition or religion
G
in the church where you were christened
Em
eyeing the collection tin
G
Be sure to put your coppers in
C
Politics and economics
D
The nervous ticks of an alcoholic
C
Waster in his father’s suit
D
The rotting flesh of the forbidden fruit.
Em
Meet me at the reservoir
D
The world got smaller, things got harder
C
Say a toast to an absent friend
Then tell yourself you’ll make amends
Em
Then lie again and say you’re fine
D
Your breath smells like Communion wine
C
There’s nothing left round here for you
So do what you’re supposed to do.
Em
And meet meat the reservoir
D C
Your plans were scuppered from the very start
Em
The world got smaller, things got harder
D C
A fading light; another broken heart
G
So come and meet me at the reservoir.
[Outro]
D Em D
I don’t blame you for needing something to believe,
C
in fact we all put faith in things we can’t explain
Em D C
The way a funeral seems more poignant in the rain
Em D C
But give me hands that help instead of lips that pray,
G
this isn’t judgment day.
Oonagh
Ooz Intocables
Op Shop
OP8
OPA TUA
Operator
Operator Please
Opereiras
Ophrie Bashan
Opick