Biografia:
Riding The Low is lo-fi, raw, indie rock with the fat cut out. There are no five minute jams, no extravagant shredding or shoegazing; just straight-up, dynamic and instinctive guitar music. The band create songs on a prolific scale, often debuting numerous quality new tracks at each show.
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Outras músicas:
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# A E G A
C# G# A E G A
[Verse 1]
C# G# A E G A
silly girl said her innocence had been somewhat misplaced
C# G# A E G A
gave it out to the boys around the back of the emgas
C# G# A E G A
silly girl misplaced some of the things she had made
C# G# A E G A
an ash tray of clay, and a box filled with matches and hair
[Chorus]
B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
it's driven me to despair
G D E
wait a little while
A G D E
hurried, crass, rushed and vile
A B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
you know it's somewhere out there
A G D E
amongst the glass rocks and nubs
A G D E
the breath, oil, teeth and gums
[Verse 2]
C# E G A
by-product of the last flats we all strive to retain our place
C# G# A E G A
given all that you have done it's a wonder we are still breathing
C# G# A E G A
give that kid a biscuit tin, surely he will show you a stage
C# G# A E G A
they will rob you of your gifts, you know the terrain
[Chorus]
B D E
its not there
A B D E
its a warzone up there
A G D E
where they attack from all sides
A G D E
just to secure their denial
A B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
you know im somwhere out there, yeah
A G D E
i am the glass, rocks and nubs
A G D E
i am the shops, fields and pubs
[Interlude]
C# G# G F# B C#
C# G# G F# B C#
[Outro]
C# G# A E G A
C# G# A
C# G# A E G A
C# G# A E G A
[Verse 1]
C# G# A E G A
silly girl said her innocence had been somewhat misplaced
C# G# A E G A
gave it out to the boys around the back of the emgas
C# G# A E G A
silly girl misplaced some of the things she had made
C# G# A E G A
an ash tray of clay, and a box filled with matches and hair
[Chorus]
B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
it's driven me to despair
G D E
wait a little while
A G D E
hurried, crass, rushed and vile
A B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
you know it's somewhere out there
A G D E
amongst the glass rocks and nubs
A G D E
the breath, oil, teeth and gums
[Verse 2]
C# E G A
by-product of the last flats we all strive to retain our place
C# G# A E G A
given all that you have done it's a wonder we are still breathing
C# G# A E G A
give that kid a biscuit tin, surely he will show you a stage
C# G# A E G A
they will rob you of your gifts, you know the terrain
[Chorus]
B D E
its not there
A B D E
its a warzone up there
A G D E
where they attack from all sides
A G D E
just to secure their denial
A B D E
and it's not fair
A B D E
you know im somwhere out there, yeah
A G D E
i am the glass, rocks and nubs
A G D E
i am the shops, fields and pubs
[Interlude]
C# G# G F# B C#
C# G# G F# B C#
[Outro]
C# G# A E G A
C# G# A
Riegler Hias
Riesgo de Contag (...)
Riesgo Mondiola
Riff
Rigby
Rikard Wolff
Rikarena
Riki
Riki Musso
Riki Sorsa