Okkervil River é um grupo de folk formado por amigos de segundo grau em Meriden. Após cada um tomar sua direção para a faculdade, todos se mudaram para a cidade de Austin, no Texas, para morarem juntos e formarem a banda. A formação incial contém o compositor Will Sheff, o baixista e bandolinista Zach Thomas e o baterista Seth Warren. Na banda em que a guitarra lidera o som e possui elementos perdidos do pop, há, na voz doce e suave de Will Sheff, letras sobre barcos, livros, referências a artistas como David Bowie e R.
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!
Hello hello. Here are the chords I figured out by ear for this lovely song. Have fun!
If you got questions, e-mail me at [email protected] Any suggestions are welcome. If you think that this isn't accurate at all, don't be afraid to tell me!
AmCEm Sit back, no song is written Am It’s nothing you thought of yourself AmC It’s just a ghost, came unbidden EmAm To this house
FEmAm This infection gets stronger every year FEmAm This seed in the water of your tear CGFEm There is no escaping it
AmCEmAm This seed in the water of your tear AmCEm The way an unborn baby’s ear Am Unfolds in your belly
FEmAm This infection gets stronger every year FEmAm This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek CGFEm And there is no escaping it
CG There is no escaping F The thing that is making
It's home in your radio
AmCEmFG x2
Am Bless this tiny alley C we have fallen from tall buildings Em we have fallen through the air FGAm Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest C Sleeping flowers now they sit under the sidewalk EmFG Now they’re waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us Am All that is your beauty C Oh and all that brings you pleasure Em I could sigh into your hide FG And say I hope I’m here forever Am But Black Sheep Boy with your lovers C With your list of favorite pillows Em with your list of missing children FG With the wall where you drew windows
*Keep doing AmCEmFG til the end,
Overlooking hidden gardens Cut apart by jagged mountains Climbing up into the air And crumbling down into a fountain Where the water waits forever Like a quiet distant treasure When you rise up to recover When you leave this tiny alley When you meet me in the garden With your horns all hung with cedar Every spirit brushing past me Brushing past them in the ether Scream all this is window dressing All you are is flimsy curtains Watch you flame up with a word from us
GAm And won’t know that you’re buuuuuuurning! CEmF Burning GAm Burning! *same chords progression til the end
(There's no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio
There's no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio)