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Funeral For A Friend
Хуан Мартин Дель Потро / Juan Martin Del Potro
Matthew Hitt | Drowners
![Funeral For A Friend. Funeral For A Friend образовались в Южном Уэльсе в начале 2002 года из осколков группы January Thirst, куда нынешний фронтмен Matt 'The Rat' Davies был приглашён вторым вокалистом. Мэтт, известный своей безграничной любовью к hardcore punk, открыл для группы, игравшей до этого агрессивный speed metal, новые широкие возможности.
( с сайта heartcore.ru)
Дискография:
=Between Order and Model [EP] 2002
=Casually Dressed & Deep In Conversation 2003
=Four Ways to Scream Your Name 2003
=Seven Ways To Scream Your Name 2003
=Escape Artists Never Die (Single) 2004
=Spilling Blood In 8mm 2004
=Hours 2005
=Tales Don't Tell Themselves 2007
=The Great Wide Open 2007
=Beneath The Burning Tree [Single] 2008
=Beneath The Burning Tree [Promo CDS] 2008
=Memory And Humanity [Promo Tracks] 2008
=Kicking And Screaming 2008
=Memory And Humanity 2008
=Your History Is Mine: 2002 - 2009
Группа:
Matt 'The Rat' Devies — вокал
Kris Roberts — гитара
Darren Smith — гитара
Gavin Burrough — бас Pat Lundy — ударные
Bend Your Arms To Look Like Wings
As the sun sets on battlefields
I hope you can save me
I hope you can save our wounded hearts
Distance makes my heart grow colder
Distance makes my heart grow older
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
As the sun sets (we push and pull apart)
On battlefields (enough for this to end)
I hope you can save me (from ourselves)
I hope you can save us from ourselves
Denial in the arms of our saviours
And my heart is torn to pieces
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
And paper cuts and bloody hands
In the middle they would meet
Juneau
Tied to the testing of wills and my heart breaks
And spills
Left to the sight of the sky
In your arms I'm defined
Thrown to the wolves
In the minds of your enemies
And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness
If this is what I'm meant for
No longer interesting
Fall forward just to even the score
Just a thought to you
And I'm nothing more
Than a line in your book](https://sun1-54.userapi.com/s/v1/ig1/QTaNCu4LQOKgmykXgdOYYCESo31u6ir-TIOlHzmEU9CfnZ6IR6ZLSxjEpwxbYkrUUbM.jpg?quality=96&crop=130,135,230,230&as=32x32,48x48,72x72,108x108,160x160&ava=1&cs=480x480 "Funeral For A Friend. Funeral For A Friend образовались в Южном Уэльсе в начале 2002 года из осколков группы January Thirst, куда нынешний фронтмен Matt 'The Rat' Davies был приглашён вторым вокалистом. Мэтт, известный своей безграничной любовью к hardcore punk, открыл для группы, игравшей до этого агрессивный speed metal, новые широкие возможности.
( с сайта heartcore.ru)
Дискография:
=Between Order and Model [EP] 2002
=Casually Dressed & Deep In Conversation 2003
=Four Ways to Scream Your Name 2003
=Seven Ways To Scream Your Name 2003
=Escape Artists Never Die (Single) 2004
=Spilling Blood In 8mm 2004
=Hours 2005
=Tales Don't Tell Themselves 2007
=The Great Wide Open 2007
=Beneath The Burning Tree [Single] 2008
=Beneath The Burning Tree [Promo CDS] 2008
=Memory And Humanity [Promo Tracks] 2008
=Kicking And Screaming 2008
=Memory And Humanity 2008
=Your History Is Mine: 2002 - 2009
Группа:
Matt 'The Rat' Devies — вокал
Kris Roberts — гитара
Darren Smith — гитара
Gavin Burrough — бас Pat Lundy — ударные
Bend Your Arms To Look Like Wings
As the sun sets on battlefields
I hope you can save me
I hope you can save our wounded hearts
Distance makes my heart grow colder
Distance makes my heart grow older
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
As the sun sets (we push and pull apart)
On battlefields (enough for this to end)
I hope you can save me (from ourselves)
I hope you can save us from ourselves
Denial in the arms of our saviours
And my heart is torn to pieces
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
And paper cuts and bloody hands
In the middle they would meet
Juneau
Tied to the testing of wills and my heart breaks
And spills
Left to the sight of the sky
In your arms I'm defined
Thrown to the wolves
In the minds of your enemies
And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness
If this is what I'm meant for
No longer interesting
Fall forward just to even the score
Just a thought to you
And I'm nothing more
Than a line in your book")
