Biography:
The Taxpayers originated in 2007 in Portland, Oregon. Originally a three-piece guitar/bass/drum combination, the band incorporates accordion, horns, piano, harmonica, and other instruments during recording sessions. Currently they perform live with a range from three to eight members.
They strongly support the DIY punk ethic, booking their own shows, printing their own merchandise, printing CDs from scrap material, and hand-written notes and other gifts included with each CD.
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Other songs:
- Hungry Dog In The Street
- I Love You Like An Alcoholic
- Medicines
- A Matter Of Simple Deduction
- And The Damn Thing Bit Him
- Bike Cops
- Drinking With Mickey Mantle
- Everybody Does A Little Cocksucking
- Everything Is Awful
- Fuck America
- It Gets Worse Every Minute
- Louisiana Hot Sauce Rainy Nights
- Montana
- Needles Eye
- No Lodging For The Mad
- Plant Oak
- Some Rotten Man
- The Windows Break
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!
[Verse]
A
I was walking alone in an unfamiliar town
C
when the buildings started to shiver and shake.
Eb
Shimmering rain came down in sheets
D
and then glittered like glass on the empty streets.
A
I could see your face in the wind
C
I could hear the orchestral storm begin to sing:
Eb
“It's the end, it's the goddamn end!
D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!”
[Chorus]
A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
C
It's a matter of complete control.
Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
[Verse]
A
So there I was, right? Stuck in the street.
C
Not a soul for miles, on my own two feet.
Eb
Glittering glass, piles of trash,
D
stuttering into the wind, wind, wind.
A
I could see your face in the air,
C
I could taste your skin on my lips.
Eb
But this is the end, this is the end!
D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!
[Chorus]
A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
C
It's a matter of complete control.
Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
[Instrumental]
A C Eb D (x2)
End on A
A
I was walking alone in an unfamiliar town
C
when the buildings started to shiver and shake.
Eb
Shimmering rain came down in sheets
D
and then glittered like glass on the empty streets.
A
I could see your face in the wind
C
I could hear the orchestral storm begin to sing:
Eb
“It's the end, it's the goddamn end!
D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!”
[Chorus]
A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
C
It's a matter of complete control.
Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
[Verse]
A
So there I was, right? Stuck in the street.
C
Not a soul for miles, on my own two feet.
Eb
Glittering glass, piles of trash,
D
stuttering into the wind, wind, wind.
A
I could see your face in the air,
C
I could taste your skin on my lips.
Eb
But this is the end, this is the end!
D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!
[Chorus]
A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
C
It's a matter of complete control.
Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
[Instrumental]
A C Eb D (x2)
End on A
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