Biografia:
Days of the New é uma banda de Charlestown, Indiana, Estados Unidos, formada em 1995 pelos amigos de escola Travis Meeks (vocalista), Jesse West (baixista) e Matt Taul (baterista). Mais tarde, junta-se ao trio, Todd Whitener (guitarrista).
A banda cai então nas mãos do produtor já veterano Scott Litt (R.E.M. e The Replacements), dono da Outpost Records.
A banda gravou seu primeiro disco, intitulado apenas com o nome da banda — alguns fãs chamam-no de Orange ("laranja"
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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!
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Little blue pills to help you sleep. I don’t like my dreams, so I prefer to drink. I’m
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clawing at my chest, but the real problem’s in my head.
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At least that’s what you say.
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There’s no such thing as love & freedom. There’s only money & sex, addiction &
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depression, poverty & all affection is misguided & the lies keep building up.
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I am so tired, my bones do ache. There’s no time to rest, for now we’ll have to wait.
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And, finally, when I can lay with you in bed, for some reason, I’ll drink alone
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instead.
Fm (ring out)
My decisions don’t involve me anymore.
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Just one more taste and I’ll accept this is my life. My cancerous companion always
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does its job right, and a job’s a funny thing ‘cause it’s their money that you need to
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pay them back when someone’s charging you to breathe.
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Nauseous and sweating, coughing ‘til my throat bleeds, and I’m shaking so
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goddamn bad that I can barely hold this notepad to read the letter that you left me
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to remind me
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everything turns out okay.
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Little blue pills to help you sleep. I don’t like my dreams, so I prefer to drink. I’m
C G Am F
clawing at my chest, but the real problem’s in my head.
Fm (ring out)
At least that’s what you say.
C F C Am F C F C
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There’s no such thing as love & freedom. There’s only money & sex, addiction &
G Am F Fm (ring out)
depression, poverty & all affection is misguided & the lies keep building up.
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C Am F
I am so tired, my bones do ache. There’s no time to rest, for now we’ll have to wait.
C G Am
And, finally, when I can lay with you in bed, for some reason, I’ll drink alone
F
instead.
Fm (ring out)
My decisions don’t involve me anymore.
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Just one more taste and I’ll accept this is my life. My cancerous companion always
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does its job right, and a job’s a funny thing ‘cause it’s their money that you need to
C E Am F G G7
pay them back when someone’s charging you to breathe.
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Nauseous and sweating, coughing ‘til my throat bleeds, and I’m shaking so
E Am F
goddamn bad that I can barely hold this notepad to read the letter that you left me
G
to remind me
C F C Am F C F C
everything turns out okay.
De La Calle
De La Gran Pi&nt (...)
De Nattergale
De Saloon
De Staat
Deadsy
Deaf Havana
Dean
Dean Fujioka
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