Ao contrário do que o nome indica, a banda Of Montreal não é de Montreal, Canadá. Foi formada na cidade de Athens, Geórgia, Estados Unidos, em 1997. Tem como líder e principal compositor o vocalista e guitarrista Kevin Barnes. Of Montreal é um dos principais grupos que surgiram na onda da gravadora Elephant 6.
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!
Written by: of Montreal Off the record 'Aureate Gloom' Transcribed by: Alex Prodanovic Date: 1/14/15
I took my best guess at the lyrics from live videos as they don't exist in any offical capacity yet. This is my Second tab, my email is [email protected]. I would massively appreicate any corrections or criticisms! Thanks, I hope you enjoy playing this song as much as I have!
In the final line of each verse there is a F# I have put in parentheses, this is intended to highlight that a F# bass note is played right before jumping into the A chord following it.
Verse 1:
EmBmEmBm The Natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is EmBmEmBm Some fucker took whats mine now he's making like she's his G#m (F#) AG#mC#mAAm6 your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift, oh-oh ahh, oh-oh ahh EmBmEmBm such a stupid offering what's it meant to symbolize EmBmEmBm hostile immobility is that something to prize? G#m (F#) AG#mC#mAAm6 Flood lights generate a hum, render sleeping some myth of man, oh-oh ahh, oh-oh ahh
Chorus 1:
CFFmin7A#AA/G this morning finds me alive with my face pressed in the glass door FCC9 this summer's been nothing but rain A#AA nature is writhing in her own filth again EmBmEmBmEmBmEmBm ooooooh-ooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh
Verse 2:
EmBmEmBm Took the bus to plaza de toros, on a dare EmBm you cried all through the bullfight EmBm and cursed me for taking you there G#m (F#) AG#m7C#mAAm6 riding back in silence to the hostel thinking only oh, only estocadas, ahh
Final Chorus:
CFFmin7A#AA/G this morning finds me lying with my face pressed to the glass door FCC9 this summer's been nothing but rain A#AA nature is writhing in her own filth again EmBmEmBmEmBmEmBm ooooooh-ooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh EmBmEmBmEmBmEmBmEm ooooooh-ooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh