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Hace 1 día · D C Yet I'm impatient to get you adjacent G Love, hate relation G Left my heart racing, but [Chorus] Em G C G I don't hate the bottle but her temperament towards me Em G D Is always sour, never sweet, we ain't get along (We ain't get along) Em G B Em And my mom says I need Jesus, but my grandpa says I'm fine D C G Since I swapped whiskey for the wine to talk to God [Outro] Em G C G Em G D Em G ...
Hace 1 día · But for other production elements, I usually don’t think about them until I get into the studio,” she explained. Because of the stark contrast between the sound of her songs played solely on acoustic guitar and the sound of her produced tracks, there isn’t one exact way to categorize Nascimento’s music.
Hace 5 días · You’ll Never Walk Alone, the Rodgers & Hammerstein show tune that survives the test of time due to its ability to tap into Universal themes of overcoming grief, came out in 1945 as a Second Act showstopper in the Broadway musical, Carousel.. Carousel as a whole is a hard sell— it does not pass the test of time with its outdated ideas about why our romantic female lead stays with her ...
Hace 3 días · Pink Skies Lyrics. [Intro] The kids are in town for a funeral. So pack the car and dry your eyes. I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em. And plenty nights under pink skies you taught ...
Hace 3 días · I don’t think anything will come out from it, but I like his music a lot, too. I love his band. I remember hearing “Chocolate” for the first time at DigiTour in 2014, and somebody did it as ...
Hace 3 días · [Pre-Chorus] For me, the stars are alignin’ But for her, it’s bad timin’ So she just can’t be mine [Chorus] I don’t think that I like her anymore Girls are all the same All they wanna do is break my heart, my heart (Oh-oh) I don’t think that I like her anymore Girls are all the same They just wanna see me fall apart ...
Hace 1 día · grief is a four-letter word. I feel small. So very small. It’s as if every part of me, even my organs, are shrinking. As I stand at the bus stop, wind whipping against my face, rain threatening from the clouds above, I start to disappear inside my coat, the fabric becoming loose and billowing around me. Come to realise that I can’t feel my ...
