Biografía:
Cory Branan is a singer/songwriter, born in Southaven, Mississippi. He garnered comparisons to Ryan Adams, Pete Yorn, and Bright Eyes' Conor Oberst with the release of his 2002 debut album The Hell You Say.
By his teens, Branan was playing hard rock and heavy metal, eventually fronting a Black Sabbath cover band. In his early 20s he began to explore the music of John Prine, a move which urged him to pick up a guitar and start writing songs. In 2000, the Memphis chapter of NARAS awarded Branan with the Phillips Award for "Newcomer of the Year.
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Cory Branan - "The No-Hit Wonder"
From the LP "The No-Hit Wonder"
Intro:
E B x2
Verse 1:
E B A B
Years of living blood to string
E B A B
Years of living hand to mouth
E B A B
Years just getting gig to gig
E B A B
East to West, North to South
(The same chord progression is used for all of the verses)
E B A B
Well he could have been making a killing
E B A B
Peddling the Dream
E B A B
But if you found him at all you found him just scraping
E B A B
A living blood to string
Chorus:
E B A B
So sing a song for the no hit wonder
A E B
Though it isn’t one of his
E B A B
He’d sing ‘Shovel me under
E B A B (C#m) E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
Verse 2:
E B A B
He broke free from the way they raised him
E B A B
He knows a heart is hell enough and never full
E B A B
He never sang that music would save him
E B A B
Knows never trust an evangelical
E B A B
He’d say ‘You wanna know what true love feels like?
E B A B
It’s the next best thing to death
E B A B
Feels like after an elbowed windpipe
E B A B
Just before the next breath”
E B A B
Just before your next breath - So with your next breath
E B A B
Sing a song for the no hit wonder
A E B
Though it isn’t one of his
E B A B
He’d sing ‘Shovel me under
E B A B (C#m) E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
Bridge:
C#m E
But at night he can hear the fireworks
A E
From his tunnel underground
C#m E
And he’s carved himself a little crawlspace
A E
Just to lay his body down
A F#m
To fade out of sound
A B E
To the thunder under town
E B A B
Sing a song for the no hit wonder
A E B
Though it isn’t one of his
E B A B
He’d sing ‘Shovel me under
E B A B (C#m) E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
From the LP "The No-Hit Wonder"
Intro:
E B x2
Verse 1:
E B A B
Years of living blood to string
E B A B
Years of living hand to mouth
E B A B
Years just getting gig to gig
E B A B
East to West, North to South
(The same chord progression is used for all of the verses)
E B A B
Well he could have been making a killing
E B A B
Peddling the Dream
E B A B
But if you found him at all you found him just scraping
E B A B
A living blood to string
Chorus:
E B A B
So sing a song for the no hit wonder
A E B
Though it isn’t one of his
E B A B
He’d sing ‘Shovel me under
E B A B (C#m) E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
Verse 2:
E B A B
He broke free from the way they raised him
E B A B
He knows a heart is hell enough and never full
E B A B
He never sang that music would save him
E B A B
Knows never trust an evangelical
E B A B
He’d say ‘You wanna know what true love feels like?
E B A B
It’s the next best thing to death
E B A B
Feels like after an elbowed windpipe
E B A B
Just before the next breath”
E B A B
Just before your next breath - So with your next breath
E B A B
Sing a song for the no hit wonder
A E B
Though it isn’t one of his
E B A B
He’d sing ‘Shovel me under
E B A B (C#m) E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
Bridge:
C#m E
But at night he can hear the fireworks
A E
From his tunnel underground
C#m E
And he’s carved himself a little crawlspace
A E
Just to lay his body down
A F#m
To fade out of sound
A B E
To the thunder under town
E B A B
Sing a song for the no hit wonder
A E B
Though it isn’t one of his
E B A B
He’d sing ‘Shovel me under
E B A B (C#m) E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
Cory Weeks
Cory Wells
Cosas Que Pasan
Coshish
Cosimo Morleo