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Watermelon Sugar
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Sad and Haunting
beat happening lulina headphone l jonathan richman matt love causadores go team jad fair
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tastes like chicken, except when they taste like steak
Matt Love (bass, guitar, vocals), Leonardo Faria (keyboards, samples, vocals), Lulina (guitar, percussion, vocals), Du (guitar, percussion, horns), Bruno (drums), Six (bass), The Fazz (vocals) Ana Shio (vocals) met while working as waiters in a Brazilian Steakhouse in Washington DC. Leo, Lu, Du, Six, Bruno and the Fazz and Ana are Brazilian, Matt just pretends to be. Over time they discovered that they had a remarkable number of things in common - they were all members in bands where they were supporting talented and charismatic, but stubbornly independent leaders. Their creative lives were characterized by periods of frenetic creative activity, and stretches of inactivity.
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Genre
Alternative • Pop Punk
Charts
Peak #62
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Matt Love and Luciana Lin
Uploaded
January 15, 2008
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:52
Story behind the song
I wanted to do a collaboration between Dweebish and Lulina, so Lu and I worked this up.
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verse 1: G I take your picture with me Dm Every place I go C I ask everyone I meet G Is this a face you know G everybody's story's Dm just like mine these days C With sad eyes they look down G and then they turn away Chorus Dm Storms tossed and tore apart G All of our dreams and all of our plans Dm In a tidal wave's aftermath G washed out to sea like castles of sand F my mind drifts back, back to the days C of grapes on the vine, G the smell of the fresh-mown hay F my memories fade and time dulls the pain C like watermelon sugar G Melts in the morning rain verse 2: G I remember the tanks Dm roll through the streets C The smell of blood, G the sound of marching feet G And the way you looked at me Dm as you slipped into the night C To join with the resistance, G Take up arms and fight Chorus Storms tossed and tore apart All of our dreams and all of our plans In a tidal wave's aftermath washed out to sea like castles of sand my mind drifts back, back to the days of grapes on the vine, the smell of the fresh-mown hay my memories fade and time dulls the pain like watermelon sugar Melts in the morning rain
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