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Alone At St Lukes

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Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties

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Dificuldade: medio | Estilo: folk / indie | Sentimento: melancolica, narrativa | Ocasião: voz e violao, bar acustico, intimista | Tags: aaron west and the roaring twenties, folk, indie, narrativa, violao, melancolica, medio

Geração Perdida é um termo atribuído tradicionalmente a Gertrude Stein. Popularizado por Ernest Hemingway que o usou como epígrafe em seu livro

O Sol Também se Levanta e em suas memórias no livro Paris é uma festa. Velho Oeste, Oeste Selvagem ou Faroeste, também conhecido como Fronteira Americana, abrange a geografia, a história, o folclore e a cultura associadas à onda futura de expansão americana na América do Norte continental que começou com os assentamentos coloniais europeus no início Século XVII e terminou com a admissão dos últimos territórios ocidentais contíguos como estados em 1912. Esta era de migração e colonização massiva foi particularmente encorajada pelo presidente Thomas Jefferson após a compra da Louisiana, dando origem à atitude expansionista conhecida como "destino manifesto" e à "Tese da Fronteira" dos historiadores. As lendas, os eventos históricos e o folclore da fronteira americana incorporaram-se tanto na cultura dos Estados Unidos que o Velho Oeste, e especificamente o género ocidental de mídia, tornou-se uma das características definidoras da identidade nacional americana.

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Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: DCapotraste:
2nd traste
[Intro]
F F C G
F F C G

[Verse 1]
        Am                              F
The graffiti on the wall says "Fuck the Tories"
          C                             G
Outside a takeaway, we're eating on the street
    Am                           F
And neon in the window makes the shadows on the cars
          C                              G
Glow to a pop song they got playing on repeat

[Pre-Chorus]
    C          C/B       Am
The shorebirds sound the same here
     C/B F          G
What did I expect?
C           C/B    Am      C/B        F  G
That song's always playing in my head

[Chorus]
F                C       G
Spitting curses, hopping fences
F                C      G
Burning out like true romantics
F                    C       G
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
Am            F
We been thinking
   D
As long as we're still here
N.C.
We might as well be drinking

[Instrumental]
F F C G
F F C G

[Verse 2]
    Am                             F
The motor lodge we're at is mostly vacant
           C                             G
I shoplift candy and some wine from the BP
     Am                                  F
And climb in through the window when the front desk is distracted
       C                        G
Piling in; we're staying on the cheap

[Pre-Chorus]
        C          C/B    Am
There's mouse shit on the carpet
     C/B  F          G
What did  I expect?
  C         C/B       Am       C/B           F  G
I laugh and spill the wine and stain the bed

[Chorus]
F                C       G
Spitting curses, hopping fences
F                C      G
Burning out like true romantics
F                    C       G
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
Am            F
We been thinking
   D
As long as we're still here
D
We might as well be drinking

[Bridge]
Am                 C
  But everyone got sick
                F
Cruel and sudden
        C           G
I'm the only one it spared
Am                 C
  I blow a goodbye kiss
                 F
And I keep pushing
          C                  G
While the grief hangs in the air
F
  Hurt like hell to leave em there
G
  Hurt like hell to leave em there

[Verse 3]
        Am                            F
The graffiti on the wall says "it's a new low"
            C                           G
And it's so quiet I think I can hear my pulse
    Am                              F
The gig's in an abandoned church in Glasgow
    C                       G
The irony's a little on the nose

[Pre-Chorus]
     C        C/B     Am
It's cold and wet and lonesome
     C/B  F          G
What did  I expect?
    C             C/B        Am                F
The stained glass light just punched me in the chest

[Chorus]
F                C       G
Spitting curses, hopping fences
F                C      G
Burning out like true romantics
F                    C       G
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
Am             F
I've been thinking
   D
As long as I'm still here
D
I might as well keep drinking

Simplificar
Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: DCapotraste:
2nd traste
[Intro]
F F C G
F F C G

[Pre-Chorus]
    C          C/B       Am
The shorebirds sound the same here
     C/B F          G
What did I expect?
C           C/B    Am      C/B        F  G
That song's always playing in my head

[Instrumental]
F F C G
F F C G

Simplificar Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: DCapotraste: 2nd traste [Intro] F F C G F F C G [Verse 1] Am F The graffiti on the wall says "Fuck the Tories" C G Outside a takeaway, we're eating on the street Am F And neon in the window makes the shadows on the cars C G Glow to a pop song they got playing on repeat [Pre-Chorus] C C/B Am The shorebirds sound the same here C/B F G What did I expect? C C/B Am C/B F G That song's always playing in my head [Chorus] F C G Spitting curses, hopping fences F C G Burning out like true romantics F C G Picking fights, it's fucking reckless Am F We been thinking D As long as we're still here N.C. We might as well be drinking [Instrumental] F F C G F F C G [Verse 2] Am F The motor lodge we're at is mostly vacant C G I shoplift candy and some wine from the BP Am F And climb in through the window when the front desk is distracted C G Piling in; we're staying on the cheap [Pre-Chorus] C C/B Am There's mouse shit on the carpet C/B F G What did I expect? C C/B Am C/B F G I laugh and spill the wine and stain the bed [Chorus] F C G Spitting curses, hopping fences F C G Burning out like true romantics F C G Picking fights, it's fucking reckless Am F We been thinking D As long as we're still here D We might as well be drinking [Bridge] Am C But everyone got sick F Cruel and sudden C G I'm the only one it spared Am C I blow a goodbye kiss F And I keep pushing C G While the grief hangs in the air F Hurt like hell to leave em there G Hurt like hell to leave em there [Verse 3] Am F The graffiti on the wall says "it's a new low" C G And it's so quiet I think I can hear my pulse Am F The gig's in an abandoned church in Glasgow C G The irony's a little on the nose [Pre-Chorus] C C/B Am It's cold and wet and lonesome C/B F G What did I expect? C C/B Am F The stained glass light just punched me in the chest [Chorus] F C G Spitting curses, hopping fences F C G Burning out like true romantics F C G Picking fights, it's fucking reckless Am F I've been thinking D As long as I'm still here D I might as well keep drinking

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