Biografia:
Los Campesinos! are a seven piece indie pop band from Cardiff, Wales that formed in early 2006 at Cardiff University. Despite the band forming in Wales, none of its members are actually Welsh. They released their debut album, Hold on Now, Youngster..., in February 2008 and followed this up by releasing a record titled We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed, in October that year. Whilst many consider it to be an album due to its length, the band have always referred to it as a 'record' or EEP (Extended EP) due to contractual and artistic reasons.
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Outras músicas:
- Heart Swells/pacific Daylight Time
- Knee Deep At Atp
- The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future
- You! Me! Dancing!
- 5 Flucloxacillin
- A Litany Heart Swells
- A Portrait Of The Trequartista As A Young Man
- A Slow Slow Death
- As Lucerne The Low
- Avocado Baby
- Baby I Got The Death Rattle
- Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Break Beats
- By Your Hand
- Cemetery Gaits
- Coda A Burn Scar In The Shape Of The Sooner State
- Drop It Doe Eyes
- Fall Of Home
- For Flotsam
- For Whom The Belly Tolls
- Four Seasons
- Glue Me
- Got Stendhals
- Hate For The Island
- Hello Sadness
- Hung Empty
- I Broke Up In Amarante
- I Just Sighed I Just Sighed Just So You Know
- In Medias Res
- It Started With A Mixx
- Its Never That Easy Though Is It Song For The Other Kurt
- Letters From Me To Charlotte
- Life Is A Long Time
- Miserabilia
- My Year In Lists
- Renato Dallara
- Romance Is Boring
- Sad Suppers
- Selling Rope Swan Dive To Estuary
- She Crows Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown 4
- Songs About Your Girlfriend
- Sweet Dreams Sweet Cheeks
- The Time Before The Last Time
- This Is A Flag There Is No Wind
- Tiptoe Through The True Bits
- To The Boneyard
- To Tundra
- Too Many Flesh Suppers
- We Are All Accelerated Readers
- What Death Leaves Behind
- When Christmas Comes
- Who Fell Asleep In
- Yr Boyfriend
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]
A
[Verse 1]
D A F#m A
They're singing Bread of Heaven but they're baking it with our dough
D A F#m A
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
D A F#m A
Wish I'd savoured that awkward little silence that grew up to be a deafening hush
D A F#m A
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
[Verse 2]
D A F#m A
He's playing dickhead's advocate and every date's a house show
D A F#m A
I'm dropping my defences 'til libido's my libero
D A F#m A
And if you're keeping track of the notches, even if he had a four-poster bed
D A F#m A
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchip, plucking splinters from his head
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
E
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
F#m A
And we feel like we're the only ones
[Chorus]
A E D F#m A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
E D F#m A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
E D F#m A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
E D F#m
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
[Post-Chorus]
D A F#m A
I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
D A F#m A
Bring its mouth to my lips: "Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"
[Bridge]
A D A D
We kneel at different altars but we all desire the same:
A D Bm A
For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
A D Bm A
We're small steps down a steep slope, exist as living proof:
F#m A
Not right to call this old age
Bm
But it certainly ain't youth no more
D
This certainly ain't youth
[Verse 3]
D A F#m A
I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled between the cobble stones
D A F#m A
For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
D A F#m A
Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls? Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
D A F#m A
Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
E
I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
F#m A
And I feel like I'm the only one
[Chorus]
A E D F#m A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
E D F#m A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
E D F#m A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
E D F#m
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
[Outro]
D E F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D E F#m
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
D E F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D E F#m A
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
A
[Verse 1]
D A F#m A
They're singing Bread of Heaven but they're baking it with our dough
D A F#m A
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
D A F#m A
Wish I'd savoured that awkward little silence that grew up to be a deafening hush
D A F#m A
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
[Verse 2]
D A F#m A
He's playing dickhead's advocate and every date's a house show
D A F#m A
I'm dropping my defences 'til libido's my libero
D A F#m A
And if you're keeping track of the notches, even if he had a four-poster bed
D A F#m A
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchip, plucking splinters from his head
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
E
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
F#m A
And we feel like we're the only ones
[Chorus]
A E D F#m A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
E D F#m A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
E D F#m A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
E D F#m
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
[Post-Chorus]
D A F#m A
I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
D A F#m A
Bring its mouth to my lips: "Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"
[Bridge]
A D A D
We kneel at different altars but we all desire the same:
A D Bm A
For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
A D Bm A
We're small steps down a steep slope, exist as living proof:
F#m A
Not right to call this old age
Bm
But it certainly ain't youth no more
D
This certainly ain't youth
[Verse 3]
D A F#m A
I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled between the cobble stones
D A F#m A
For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
D A F#m A
Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls? Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
D A F#m A
Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face
[Pre-Chorus]
E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
E
I move against the tide of the tourists
F#m A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
E
I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
F#m A
And I feel like I'm the only one
[Chorus]
A E D F#m A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
E D F#m A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
E D F#m A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
E D F#m
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
[Outro]
D E F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D E F#m
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
D E F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D E F#m A
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
Los Claxons
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Los Dandy's
Los Daniels
Los De Adentro
Los Hermanos
Los Huayra
Los Indios Tabaj (...)
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