Biography:
Elway is an American punk rock band from Fort Collins, Colorado. Their sound is a unique and inebriated take on a time-tested formula: aggressive punk rock with soaring melodies coupled with lyrics ranging from that of the sad sap to the indignant atheist with a bevy of homespun dick jokes.
Biography
The original name of the band was 10-4 Eleanor. As 10-4 Eleanor they release an album. ...Too Bad..., and an EP, Words Cannot Express How Much Fuck This Band.
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Other songs:
- 34 Eleanor
- Albuquerque Low
- Ariel
- Banned From Gun World
- Better Whenever
- Christopher
- Delano
- Its Alive
- Kristinas Last Song
- Lunatic Thirteens
- Montreal
- One Flew East
- Orphan Histories
- Our Lady Of The Thompson River
- Passing Days
- Patria Mia Room 20
- Prophetstown
- Salton Sea
- San Mateo
- Shown To The Moon
- Someday Sea Wolf
- Song For Eric Solomon To Sing
- Ten Letter Word
- The Great Divorce
- The Tired Old Whores Bedside Book
- There Is A Line
- Third Coast Temple
- Whispers In A Shot Glass
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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[Intro]
C
If I had a wagon I would
F
Go to Colorado, go to Colorado
C
Go to Colorado
C
If I had a wagon I would
Am F
Go the state where a man
G C G C
Can walk a mile high.
[Verse]
C
Sit down if it suits you, darling.
Am
Pour yourself a drink.
F C G
Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think.
C Am
I've got a two ton iron weight that weighs heavy on my spine.
F
And I'd love to toss it on this table.
C G
But now is not the time
[Chorus]
C
Cause it's... too late to dream, boys.
Am
She's already gone.
F
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
C G
So throw a record on.
F G
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
C C/B Am G
And we'll dance until we crash.
F G C G C
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
[Verse]
C
Sit down, sing me a song, girl.
Am
Tell me how you feel.
F
Because we've been wearing these fucking goofy smiles
C G
and we both know they're not real.
C
Maybe you could ease me of this pain.
Am
I'd pluck the thorns right from your spine.
F
If I had the guts I think I have when I'm drunk,
C G
then I'd try to make you mine.
[Chorus]
C
But it's... too late to dream, boys.
Am
She's already gone.
F
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
C G
So throw a record on.
F G
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
C C/B Am G
And we'll dance until we crash.
F G C C/B Am G
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
F G C G C
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
F - x33210
Am - x02210
G - 320010
C/B - x20010
[Intro]
C
If I had a wagon I would
F
Go to Colorado, go to Colorado
C
Go to Colorado
C
If I had a wagon I would
Am F
Go the state where a man
G C G C
Can walk a mile high.
[Verse]
C
Sit down if it suits you, darling.
Am
Pour yourself a drink.
F C G
Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think.
C Am
I've got a two ton iron weight that weighs heavy on my spine.
F
And I'd love to toss it on this table.
C G
But now is not the time
[Chorus]
C
Cause it's... too late to dream, boys.
Am
She's already gone.
F
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
C G
So throw a record on.
F G
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
C C/B Am G
And we'll dance until we crash.
F G C G C
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
[Verse]
C
Sit down, sing me a song, girl.
Am
Tell me how you feel.
F
Because we've been wearing these fucking goofy smiles
C G
and we both know they're not real.
C
Maybe you could ease me of this pain.
Am
I'd pluck the thorns right from your spine.
F
If I had the guts I think I have when I'm drunk,
C G
then I'd try to make you mine.
[Chorus]
C
But it's... too late to dream, boys.
Am
She's already gone.
F
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
C G
So throw a record on.
F G
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
C C/B Am G
And we'll dance until we crash.
F G C C/B Am G
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
F G C G C
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
Elysian Fields
Elysion
Elyssa Smith
Elza Soares
Em Harriss