Biography:
Crooked Fingers is an American alt-folk band based in North Carolina and led by former Archers of Loaf lead singer Eric Bachmann. The rotation of band members has included such musicians as Lara Meyerratken, R.L. Martin, Jo Jameson, Barton Carroll and Dov Friedman.
In 1998, following the breakup of Archers of Loaf, Bachmann started work on a solo project that he named Crooked Fingers. The first outcome of this project, a self-titled release of various songs he had written, was released by WARM in 2000.
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New Drink for the Old Drunk
Crooked Fingers
Capo 2
D G A
Would you try, could you buy a new drink for the old drunk
D G A
It’s no crime to resign misery with a bottle
G A Bm D
Well, you walked into town without making a sound
G A Bm D
And you slipped as you slammed your face into the crowd
G A Bm D
As you tried to forget all the words that were said
G A Bm D
To deny all the things that you keep in your head
G A
When you came you were new but today you’re much older
D G A
You were spent so you went to get used in the corner
G A Bm D
Where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown
G A Bm D
And it echoed through town they were beating you down
G A Bm D
And as they spread the word that you liked how it hurt
G A Bm D
All at once you were cause for a pitiful cure
D
Hours pass by half forgotten
G A
Night turns black ‘cause it’s rotten
D
And we slide right to the bottom
G A
Our tongues made out of cotton
D
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
G A
‘Til we hear someone mumble
D
Could you spare from the tumbler
G A
A new drink for the old drunk
D G A
Now you waste all your days in the dark in the corner
D G A
Without light, without grace, where you wait for the slaughter
G A Bm D
Where they spit in your face as the hours grow late
G A Bm D
And they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate
G A Bm D
And you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate
G A Bm D
All the doom in this pitiful room you create
D
Hours pass by half forgotten
G A
Night turns black ‘cause it’s rotten
D
And we slide right to the bottom
G A
Our tongues made out of cotton
D
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
G A
‘Til we hear someone mumble
D
Could you spare from the tumbler
G A
A new drink for the old drunk
Crooked Fingers
Capo 2
D G A
Would you try, could you buy a new drink for the old drunk
D G A
It’s no crime to resign misery with a bottle
G A Bm D
Well, you walked into town without making a sound
G A Bm D
And you slipped as you slammed your face into the crowd
G A Bm D
As you tried to forget all the words that were said
G A Bm D
To deny all the things that you keep in your head
G A
When you came you were new but today you’re much older
D G A
You were spent so you went to get used in the corner
G A Bm D
Where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown
G A Bm D
And it echoed through town they were beating you down
G A Bm D
And as they spread the word that you liked how it hurt
G A Bm D
All at once you were cause for a pitiful cure
D
Hours pass by half forgotten
G A
Night turns black ‘cause it’s rotten
D
And we slide right to the bottom
G A
Our tongues made out of cotton
D
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
G A
‘Til we hear someone mumble
D
Could you spare from the tumbler
G A
A new drink for the old drunk
D G A
Now you waste all your days in the dark in the corner
D G A
Without light, without grace, where you wait for the slaughter
G A Bm D
Where they spit in your face as the hours grow late
G A Bm D
And they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate
G A Bm D
And you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate
G A Bm D
All the doom in this pitiful room you create
D
Hours pass by half forgotten
G A
Night turns black ‘cause it’s rotten
D
And we slide right to the bottom
G A
Our tongues made out of cotton
D
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
G A
‘Til we hear someone mumble
D
Could you spare from the tumbler
G A
A new drink for the old drunk
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