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A Nation of Espresso Bars
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sad with just a glimpse of my own childhood
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
#10,922 today Peak #162
#375 in subgenre Peak #8
Author
Matt
Uploaded
January 15, 2008
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:34
Story behind the song
I spilled a cup of cofee in my lap and I had a vision
Lyrics
F We're closing down our steel mills C We sell each other coffee Bb We tell each other stories C About how great we are F We're always in a hurry C Busy going nowhere Bb Walking to appointments C I can't afford a car F Money in my pocket C I go to buy a mocha Bb Welcome to the new age C Never thought we'd get this far Chorus: Bb C And when I look out the window F Bb And stare across the water Bb C Way off in the distance F Bb I see the evening star Bb C Sometimes I have a vision F Bb A glimpse of my own childhood Bb C so long ago before we were F Bb A nation of espresso bars F I button up my raincoat C Wipe rain from off my glasses Bb Cross agaisnt the stoplight C And curse this f***ing town F I slam the door behind me C Look for freindly faces Bb Ridicule the paintings C And lay my money down F The holy grails delivered C I take it to my table Bb Try to write a poem C My face locked in a frown chorus
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