Biografia:
Saturday Looks Good to Me foi uma banda experimental de indie pop que surgiu em 1999, liderada pelo compositor, cantor, produtor e multi-instrumentista Fred Thomas. Mas no início de 2008 a banda anunciou seu fim.
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Written by Fred Thomas
From the album "All Your Summer Songs"
[Verse 1]
C G C
It's the last hour before you leave
Dm G
Staying up on the balcony
Am G
Counting stars and listening to you singing in your sleep
C G C
I wonder what time it is back home
Dm G
I wonder how fast that airplane goes
Am G
Flying over oceans, dialing broken telephones
F C F C F G
One final kiss, it's been coming to this since before we even met
C F C G
You got something on your mind you're trying to forget
F C F C F G
You been saying you know you got to choose, but it ain't happened yet
Dm Em F
And we'll come home smashed
Dm Em F
And we'll forget to ask
Dm Em F G
And break in half all over the bed
[Verse 2]
C G C
Walking home backwards through the park
Dm G
Stepping on flowers in the dark
Am G
It's the last hour in your heart
F C F C F G
I know you don't want to come home with the stars falling out of your eyes
C F C G
You got something on your mind that you're trying to hide
You're running, baby
F C F C
all out of space in your suitcase
F G
But you can't make up your mind
Dm Em F
And there's no more time
Dm Em F
And you have to decide
Dm Em F G
Which one you'll keep and which one you're leaving behind
From the album "All Your Summer Songs"
[Verse 1]
C G C
It's the last hour before you leave
Dm G
Staying up on the balcony
Am G
Counting stars and listening to you singing in your sleep
C G C
I wonder what time it is back home
Dm G
I wonder how fast that airplane goes
Am G
Flying over oceans, dialing broken telephones
F C F C F G
One final kiss, it's been coming to this since before we even met
C F C G
You got something on your mind you're trying to forget
F C F C F G
You been saying you know you got to choose, but it ain't happened yet
Dm Em F
And we'll come home smashed
Dm Em F
And we'll forget to ask
Dm Em F G
And break in half all over the bed
[Verse 2]
C G C
Walking home backwards through the park
Dm G
Stepping on flowers in the dark
Am G
It's the last hour in your heart
F C F C F G
I know you don't want to come home with the stars falling out of your eyes
C F C G
You got something on your mind that you're trying to hide
You're running, baby
F C F C
all out of space in your suitcase
F G
But you can't make up your mind
Dm Em F
And there's no more time
Dm Em F
And you have to decide
Dm Em F G
Which one you'll keep and which one you're leaving behind
Satya Swaroop
Satyaa And Pari
Satyricon
Saujana
Saul Blanch
Savage Circus
Savage Progress
Savages
Savanna Coen
Savannah Berry