O Surfer Blood é uma banda de surf rock de West Palm Beach, Flórida, formada por John Paul Pitts (guitarra / voz), Tyler Schwarz (bateria), Thomas Fekete (guitarra), Brian Black (baixo) e Marcos Marchesani (percussão).
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!
#------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------------# This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #--------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Artist: Surfer Blood Album: 1000 Palms Song: Saber-Tooth & Bone tabber: John Baer ([email protected]) tabbed on 5/28/2015
(Power chords)
G#C#D#G#ED# I've waited so long to find you, to see you clearly G#C#D#G#ED#G# Hidden in fog just out of my reach, I knew that you'd find me
G#C#D#G#ED# (Oo oo ooo ooo, ooo ooo) x2
G#C#D#G#ED# I was zoomed in on a narrow bend, of car alarms G#C#D#G#ED# Now I can hear the french horns playing, through all the dissonance
G#C#G#C# Sometimes I can dwell on shortcomings, but you can see the better part of me G#C# You know our lives have only just begun, and we'll be old and gray before it's all done G#C# You know that I have searched the Earth for you
D#C#G#FC# Every day, we'll be clearing the cobwebs away, trying hard to make ourselves a home G#FC#G#FC# Out of cinnamon and chrome, and the day we finally make it ours G#FC# Then we can never be undone
G#C#D#G#ED# (Oo oo ooo ooo, ooo ooo) x2
G#C#D#G#ED# I've counted the hours, and I'm sure we both are ready G#C#D#G#ED# Pacing the floor like something is missing I dream of past lives
G#C#G#C# Sometimes I can dwell on shortcomings, but you can see the better part of me G#C# You know our lives have only just begun, and we'll be old and gray before it's all done G#C# You know that I have searched the Earth for you
D#C#G#FC# Every day, we'll be clearing the cobwebs away, trying hard to make ourselves a home G#FC#G#FC# Out of cinnamon and chrome, and the day we finally make it ours G#FC# Then we can never be undone