Matt Costa (nascido Matthew Albert Costa em 16 de junho, 1982) é cantor/compositor de Huntington Beach, Califórnia, de ascendência portuguesa. Lançou quatro CDs independentes: Um EP com 5 canções em 2003, um álbum chamado 'Songs We Sing', um EP com seis canções chamado 'The Elasmosaurus EP' em 2005 e o álbum 'Unfamiliar Faces' em 2008.
Discografia:
Albums
* 2005: Songs We Sing (lançamento independente) * 2006: Songs We Sing (Brushfire relançamento)
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 certainly isn't a 100% correct but it's something to start from and sounds ok so far. Hope you enjoy it!
Matt Costa - Mr. Pitiful
Intro: C/GG
Verse: C/GFmajAmG
C/G Oh Mr. Pit--oh Mr. Pit-- FmajAm Mr. Pitiful, who let you down? G Who let you down, who let you down? C/G You still don't believe, you don't believe FmajAm You don't believe, and your grievances show G When your soap box unfolds
C/GAm But please, come down FGC/G From that cloud your sitting on AmFG I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong AmFmaj Just wanna know how you've been C/GGAm And don't make me feel bad that we're still friends FmajC/GG Mulling it over in my bed AmFmajC/GG I hope that you see through your picket AmFmajC/GGAmG I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence F#mF (3-2-1) Am To make amends F#mF (3-2-1) Am And still be friends F#mF (3-2-1) AmG Still be my friend
So where did you go, where did you go? Where did you go, while I was out? While I was out, while I was out?
Well, I don't believe, I don't believe I don't believe everything I see And if you don't like the movie, then quit acting
But please, come down From that cloud your sitting on I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong Just wanna know how you've been And don't make me feel bad that we're still friends Mulling it over in my bed I hope that you see through your picket I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends And still be friends Still be friends Still be my friend Still be my friend Still be my friend