Oh, I don't wanna grow up, F wish I'd never grown up, G I could still be little. C C/B Am G Oh, I don't wanna grow up, F wish I'd never grown up, G It could still be simple. C C/B Am G Oh, darlin' don't you ever grow up, F don't you ever grow up, G ju...
Play D D D DU in this 2 chords. REPEAT 4 times. Lyrics: Oh I don't wanna grow up Wish I'd never grown up Could still be little Oh I don't wanna grow up It could still be simple Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up Just stay this little Oh darling...
The love I feel for you It's all deep as the sea but you don't feel the same It's crystal clear My drowning in the love that you wouldn't hold near So I'll keep strumming these chords That my feelings flow Hoping one day you'll understand and let the love grow 展开 ...
and, in 2011, met local producerXL Middelton— a bonafide purveyor of funk. She's been a star artist on hisMoFunk Recordsever since, and they've collabed on countless tracks, channeling West Coast energy with a heavy dose of G-funk, sunny lyrics and upbeat, roller disco-ready rhythm...
The rest is still going in the same polically-engaged-anti-Bush lyrics, with nice melodies and always that ragged and edgy new néo progressvie attitude. Listen to Termination, I could be God or Empires never last and you'll be surprised by their crunchy sound and crisp production. This ...
“Burn Down the Mission,” John dug deep into the primal chords of classic gospel as a counterpoint to Taupin lyrics that document a slave populace ready to overthrow their master. The fiery piano-led breakdown ignites on record as well as live, and the song was a centerpiece of John’s ...
johnson’s lyrics are conversational, keg-side and half-pipe ruminations taking on a heft and layered meaning that likely escapes everyone involved until they’ve had a chance to mull them over alone: “never really had a drug phase/so you think you’re fucking miserable now?,”“i always...
“Here’s a band that’s going to go a long way,” promised the announcer. Seven seconds later the band crashed into the first chords of “21st Century Schizoid Man,” all majors and sharps in 4/4 time, the entire band swinging like a fist. They played the ascending riff three times...
The third night I went home and wrote lyrics. I thought of my first love, of sitting in his adolescent bedroom in Brooklyn, the snow outside. I wrote about how years later I would try to act like it didn’t mean as much as it did. ...
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