Biografia:
Originários do Canadá, Swan Lake é um grupo composto por Daniel Bejar (Destroyer, The New Pornographers), Spencer Krug (Wolf Parade, Sunset Rubdown) e Carey Mercer (Frog Eyes).
“Beast Moans” é o álbum de estréia da banda, que trouxe canções cheias de sonoridades típicas, que evidenciam bem os famosos e distintos estilos de composição dos artistas, o que de certa forma pode não agradar a alguns ouvidos, devido à dose de experimentalismo empregada no trabalho.
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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!
This is how I play the song. Suggestions and corrections welcome!
D D D D
D A G Bm F F A A }
}> x2
D A G F C C C C }
Em Dm C
there's a hand at dusk
Bm Am
in the wake in the water its mine
A F
can you take the palm of it
C Bm G
for every time you change your mind
Em Dm
you are the flash of skin
C Bm Am
seen through the leaves of anxious trees
A F C
the summer's touch just above the knee
A F C
just above the knee
D A
there's architecture here
G Bm F A
and there are mountain peaks, oh-oh
D A G
and places dwelled upon by those
F C
who climb much higher than me
D A G
like so many miles you are compiled
Bm F A
into books of maps by men with hands
D A G F C
can you believe that we will all get old
E F C Bm Am Am A F C Bm G G }
}> x2
E F C Bm Am Am A F C C A F C C }
A F C
it's getting old i know, i know
A F C
i'll hold your hair back when you're sick
A F C
it's getting old i know, i know
A F C
you still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dress
A F C
it's getting old i know, i know
A F C
you still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dress
A F C
it's getting old, it's getting old
A F C
the emperor of time has been stationed
A F C
where the cave ends, it melts into all forms of light
A F
i shall crack his dwelling
C A
and chase him to the far shores of the sea
F C
implicate my own dark appetite
A F C
the emperor of time has been stationed
A F C
where the cave ends, it melts into all forms of light
A F
i shall crush his dwelling
C A
and chase him to the white shores of the sea
F C
implicate my own appetite
A F C
D D D D
D A G Bm F F A A }
}> x2
D A G F C C C C }
Em Dm C
there's a hand at dusk
Bm Am
in the wake in the water its mine
A F
can you take the palm of it
C Bm G
for every time you change your mind
Em Dm
you are the flash of skin
C Bm Am
seen through the leaves of anxious trees
A F C
the summer's touch just above the knee
A F C
just above the knee
D A
there's architecture here
G Bm F A
and there are mountain peaks, oh-oh
D A G
and places dwelled upon by those
F C
who climb much higher than me
D A G
like so many miles you are compiled
Bm F A
into books of maps by men with hands
D A G F C
can you believe that we will all get old
E F C Bm Am Am A F C Bm G G }
}> x2
E F C Bm Am Am A F C C A F C C }
A F C
it's getting old i know, i know
A F C
i'll hold your hair back when you're sick
A F C
it's getting old i know, i know
A F C
you still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dress
A F C
it's getting old i know, i know
A F C
you still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dress
A F C
it's getting old, it's getting old
A F C
the emperor of time has been stationed
A F C
where the cave ends, it melts into all forms of light
A F
i shall crack his dwelling
C A
and chase him to the far shores of the sea
F C
implicate my own dark appetite
A F C
the emperor of time has been stationed
A F C
where the cave ends, it melts into all forms of light
A F
i shall crush his dwelling
C A
and chase him to the white shores of the sea
F C
implicate my own appetite
A F C
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