Tilly and the Wall é uma banda indie/pop surgida de Nebraska, Omaha. A origem do nome veio de um livro infantil intitulado "Tillie and the Wall" (Tillie e a parede), escrito por Leo Lionni. Sua particularidade, além de suas músicas bem diferenciadas, é que no lugar de uma bateirista, possuem uma sapateadora, produzindo uma batida peculiar. Música de muito bom gosto, com diferenciados artistas.
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!
no guitar during this part I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough I cradled the crow always shooed off the dove Which tagged me a naïve son
C So the fortunate kids yeah they left on their lights GF And they stuck up their noses and started some fights C Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands FFm While my father was slaving my mother explained it Am (wait a little bit then strum G real fast) Sometimes that's just how it is
C So my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy GF Finally held up her fists said I'm done being coy CG And the neighbourhood boys started buzzing with joy FFm We finally had front-page news C Although it was sad I couldn't help but laugh GF Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat CG I laid on my back let the punk record spin FFm The stomping guitar it was shooting out stars AmGFFm It all went to my heart yeah some rainbows in the dark
CF So I called up danger my friends and some strangers CF They stumbled and wavered one called me his saviour CF They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial GF But I didn't feel them change
Am G ---don't miss this little interlude here--
C Then I met a man with a fist for a hand GF Held me flat on my back taught me how to give in CG Some phrases were shot pretty roses got tossed FFm The gift of a fat-lipped grin C Now they're drilling my teeth while I'm soiling sheets GF With my lover she's counting the diamonds on rings CG And even when truth doesn't help with the sting FFm Out of no numbers some harsh looking colour AmG You pull them out feel they're changed FFm No need for a thousand cranes
CF So I thank the city the lights that it's spinning CF The friends that I have and the shoes we re not shining CF The drunk horn s so violent all spinning out sounds G --- it sounds like there is no chord change here, but I am not sure --- But the colour s so vibrant the colour s so loud CF The newly-born crying realizing what life is CF In the eyes of my grandpa the right people dying CF The see-saw of love its rickety bounce G -- again with no chord change?? -- The feeling of coming the feeling of going DG The mother the child the tame and the wild DG The sleeping in minor the gold leaf the tire DG The crooked the straight all the hip and the fake FFm Oh I'm finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams CFG Sometimes you just can't hold back the river Sometimes you just can't hold back the river Sometimes you just can't hold back the river Sometimes you just can't hold back the river FGFGFG Hold back the river hold back the river hold back the river