Biografía:
El sonido de estos chicos encuentra sus raíces en la tradición country y folk, con matices que hacen del suyo un sonido personalísimo: tempos lentos y letárgicos, lánguidas guitarras, y la evocativa, preciosa voz de Margo Timmins.
"Cuando empezamos, nuestro principal objetivo no era durar mucho como grupo, sino que lo hiciera la musica", afirma el compositor y guitarrista Michael Timmins. "Teníamos la esperanza de que nuestra sinceridad se contemplara a través de las canciones".
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Otras canciones:
- Sweet Jane
- 200 More Miles
- A Common Disaster
- A Horse In The Country
- Angel Mine
- Cause Cheap Is How I Feel
- Close My Eyes
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Escape Is So Simple
- Fuck I Hate The Cold
- Good Friday
- He Will Call You Baby
- Hold On To Me
- Hollow As A Bone
- If You Were The Woman
- Im So Lonesome I Could Cry
- Lament
- Lay It Down
- Lonely Sinking Feeling
- Lost My Driving Wheel
- Misguided Angel
- Murder Tonight In The Trailer Park
- Musical Key
- My Wild Child
- No Long Journey Home
- One Soul Now
- Oregon Hill
- Pale Sun
- Renmin Park
- Ring On The Sill
- River Waltz
- Sad To See The Season Go
- Simon Keeper
- Something More Besides You
- Southern Rain
- Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning
- The Last Spike
- The Slide
- Thirty Summers
- This Street That Man This Life
- Those Final Feet
- Thousand Year Prayer
- To Hunting Ground From City
- To Lay Me Down
- To Live Is To Fly
- To Love Is To Bury
- Where Are You Tonight
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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Southern Rain
Cowboy Junkies
off Black-Eyed Man
1991
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The flies have quit their buzzing
A
Even Bear has stopped his barking
D
They all sense something brewing
E
Up the James and headed this way
D A Asus2: lick
Bobby sips his morning coffee
Says have you finished with the funnies
Looks like a storm is brewing honey
guess we'll have to stay in bed today
I've heard that into every life
D
A little of it must fall
A D
So she spends her evenings praying
E
For a little of that southern rain
D A Asus2
Marie was born in Macon Georgia
She met a west coast lawyer
He plucked that sweet magnolia
and carried her to the hills of West LA
She says I never thought I'd tire of a dollar
But this life has grown so hollow
Every nite there's lipstick on his collar
And every morning I wash it away
She heard that into every life......etc
Cars alive on city streets, of sparkling black water
Gm F#m E A
like waves beneath my window never break just roll away
F#m Bm E
Tonite this rain will be my lullabye
D E F#m Bm
These cars, my dreams to carry me home to stay
D Bm E A Asus2
The wipers beat a rhythm truck spray obscures my vision
But I'm closing in on my destination
Two more hours and I'll be at your door
And it will never cease to amaze me
How a little rain can drive folks crazy
When I'd trade all my clear skies glady
For your blue eyes crooked smile
and a steady downpour
I've heard that into every life
A little of it must fall
but you'll never catch me complaining
about too much of that southern rain
Asus lick: -------0-h-2--0--------|b
--0-h-2---------0----------|g
or something like that...
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
~From: [email protected] (4,9203240,)
Southern Rain
Cowboy Junkies
off Black-Eyed Man
1991
**************************************
The flies have quit their buzzing
A
Even Bear has stopped his barking
D
They all sense something brewing
E
Up the James and headed this way
D A Asus2: lick
Bobby sips his morning coffee
Says have you finished with the funnies
Looks like a storm is brewing honey
guess we'll have to stay in bed today
I've heard that into every life
D
A little of it must fall
A D
So she spends her evenings praying
E
For a little of that southern rain
D A Asus2
Marie was born in Macon Georgia
She met a west coast lawyer
He plucked that sweet magnolia
and carried her to the hills of West LA
She says I never thought I'd tire of a dollar
But this life has grown so hollow
Every nite there's lipstick on his collar
And every morning I wash it away
She heard that into every life......etc
Cars alive on city streets, of sparkling black water
Gm F#m E A
like waves beneath my window never break just roll away
F#m Bm E
Tonite this rain will be my lullabye
D E F#m Bm
These cars, my dreams to carry me home to stay
D Bm E A Asus2
The wipers beat a rhythm truck spray obscures my vision
But I'm closing in on my destination
Two more hours and I'll be at your door
And it will never cease to amaze me
How a little rain can drive folks crazy
When I'd trade all my clear skies glady
For your blue eyes crooked smile
and a steady downpour
I've heard that into every life
A little of it must fall
but you'll never catch me complaining
about too much of that southern rain
Asus lick: -------0-h-2--0--------|b
--0-h-2---------0----------|g
or something like that...
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