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Ceschi

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Ceschi

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"All Dogs Go To Heaven", de Ceschi, utiliza a conhecida expressão sobre os cães como ponto de partida para uma reflexão sobre perda, inocência,

afeto e mortalidade. A música combina sensibilidade e poesia para abordar lembranças, despedidas e o valor das conexões afetivas. A interpretação transmite emoção e humanidade, incentivando o ouvinte a valorizar os vínculos construídos ao longo da vida e a esperança de que o amor permanece mesmo após a ausência.

Capotraste: Sem capotraste [Intro] E B C#m C#m E B A A [Verse] E B C#m E B We will shoot the family dog in the backyard, And then tell the kids we dropped it off A down at the dairy farm. E B C#m E Screaming from the forest sounds like fifty babies being murdered. In Italian horror B A films about baby murders. E B C#m E B Pretty all black fisher cats sing songs of rage, Cuz the world is dark and unfair and A you haven't found a mate E B C#m E Cry in sync with crows at six, I'm bored and forced to think, about the cycle of life B A and all of that bullshit E B C#m E B When it's quiet I'm forced to think about myself. So I'm speaking through the silence to A nobody else. E B C#m Pretty black fisher cat convince me that it will be alright, E B A Claw my face off, so I won't have to wash it tonight E B A Yeah, claw my face off, so I won't have to wear it tonight [Chorus] F#m A E C#m I've become what I've hated most, too many times to count Am E If I can't trust myself, then I won't trust a soul. [Verse] E B C#m E B A Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh, All reside inside my mind before I settle down to rest, E B C#m E There's images of people biting my neck, slicing my chest. And simmering my meat in B A fry-pans for breakfast. F#m A With my dick and balls and guts ground up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper, E C#m Grilled to a shade of Seattle grey, surrounded by their laughter, Am I can't trust myself, so I won't trust a soul. [Verse] E B C#m E B A If they eat me I will haunt them forever, Come back in virus form or parasitic worm. E B C#m E B Intestines of all of my enemies will bleed, And they'll regret the day they ever fucked A with me. [Outro] E B C#m E B A We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog, We were broke again and cut the dog's tail off. E B C#m E Made some dog-tail soup with mustard packets from seven-eleven, Oh little Jimmy, all B A dogs to to heaven. E B A E No don't cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven.
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