Biography:
Waxahatchee is a solo project of American singer and guitarist Katie Crutchfield (born in 1989) of P.S. Eliot and Bad Banana.
Waxahatchee, named after Waxahatchee Creek in Alabama where Crutchfield grew up, began in 2010 during the breakup of P.S. Eliot. Crutchfield released her first music as Waxahatchee as a split cassette with Chris Clavin on Plan-It-X Records. Her bedroom-recorded debut album, American Weekend, was released on Don Giovanni Records in 2012.
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Other songs:
- Bathtub
- Be Good
- Dixie Cups And Jars
- Game Of Pricks
- Hollow Bedroom
- I Think I Love You
- Misery Over Dispute
- You're Damaged
- 8 Ball
- A Little More
- Air
- American Weekend
- Black Candy
- Blue
- Blue Pt Ii
- Bonfire
- Brass Beam
- Breathless
- Brother Bryan
- Catfish
- Chapel Of Pines
- Clumsy
- Clumsy Nervous Energies Session
- Coast To Coast
- Fade
- Fish Eyes
- Grass Stain
- Grey Hair
- Half Moon
- Hear You
- La Loose
- Less Than
- Lips And Limbs
- Lively
- Luminary Blake
- Magic City Wholesale
- Michel
- Never Been Wrong
- No Curse
- No Question
- Noccalula
- Peace And Quiet
- Poison
- Recite Remorse
- Rose 1956
- Silver
- Singers No Star
- Sister Saint
- Slow You Down
- Sparks Fly
- Summer Of Love
- Swan Dive
- Takes So Much
- Tangled Envisioning
- The Dirt
- Under A Rock
- Waiting
- Whiskey And Math
- With You
- You Left Me With An Ocean
- Youre Damaged
- Youre Welcome
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Sister Saint, by Waxahatchee
Live at Nervous Energies
G D
Weak knees, fuck your sympathy.
A G (hammer first string)
I'll be my own best friend.
G D
She prays as the radio plays
A G (hammer again)
"I See A Bad Moon Rising.." again.
G D
Foretold, she lives on hold.
A G (hammer it)
What is she trying to save me from?
G D
Blindspot in the adjacent lot,
A G
waiting for my time to come.
D A G
I won't wait in this line.
D A G
I've got nothing left in me.
D A G
My weight on your shifting spine.
D A G
I fuck up and you fabricate me.
G D A G(hammer middle finger) D A
G D
Gray days on paper plates,
A G (hammer)
our vibrations collide.
G D
Arcane, sister's a saint.
A G (hammer)
She sets herself aside.
G D
Pitfall, publish, appall,
A G (hammer)
I fall down right in the street.
G D
You blow smoke, you sugarcoat,
A G
then you take a front row seat.
D A G
And I think I've had enough.
D A G
I'm not listening to it.
D A G
Lay all of your cards on the table.
D A G
I know that you'd take every bit.
G D A G D A G D A
D A G
I won't wait in this line.
D A G
Sooner or later it goes awry.
D A G
And you live your life like a chore
D A G D
and I'm not listening anymore.
Live at Nervous Energies
G D
Weak knees, fuck your sympathy.
A G (hammer first string)
I'll be my own best friend.
G D
She prays as the radio plays
A G (hammer again)
"I See A Bad Moon Rising.." again.
G D
Foretold, she lives on hold.
A G (hammer it)
What is she trying to save me from?
G D
Blindspot in the adjacent lot,
A G
waiting for my time to come.
D A G
I won't wait in this line.
D A G
I've got nothing left in me.
D A G
My weight on your shifting spine.
D A G
I fuck up and you fabricate me.
G D A G(hammer middle finger) D A
G D
Gray days on paper plates,
A G (hammer)
our vibrations collide.
G D
Arcane, sister's a saint.
A G (hammer)
She sets herself aside.
G D
Pitfall, publish, appall,
A G (hammer)
I fall down right in the street.
G D
You blow smoke, you sugarcoat,
A G
then you take a front row seat.
D A G
And I think I've had enough.
D A G
I'm not listening to it.
D A G
Lay all of your cards on the table.
D A G
I know that you'd take every bit.
G D A G D A G D A
D A G
I won't wait in this line.
D A G
Sooner or later it goes awry.
D A G
And you live your life like a chore
D A G D
and I'm not listening anymore.
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We Are The Grand
We Are The In Cr (...)
We Banjo 3
We Bare Bears