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!
Cowboy Junkies - Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning (Chords)
Capo 2 (song is actually in E A9 Bsus... but a lot easier to play with capo)
INTRO: D G A
D G
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
A
Hits me straight in the eye
G D
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
G A G
Oh that's right, I forgot, it was me
G D
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
G D
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
G D
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
A G D
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
D G
Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
A G D
'Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
G
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
A G
Maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
D
No milk! God, how I hate that
G D
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
G D
She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen how'd ya get it?"
A G D
She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"
G
Lunchtime, I start to dial your number
A G
Then I remember so I reach for somebodies smoke
D G
And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
A G
Than go through all that shit again
D
There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothin
G D
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
G D
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
A
And this spell won't be broken
G D
By the sound of keys scraping in the lock
D G
Maybe tonight it's a movie With plenty of room
A
for elbows and knees
G D
A bag of popcorn all to myself,
D G
Black and white with a strong female lead
A G
And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
G D
Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
G
How strange these streets feel
D
when you're alone on them
G D
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
A G
So I lower my head, make a b-line for home
D
Seething inside
G
Funny, I'd never noticed
A G D
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
G A G
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
D
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
G D
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
G D
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
A
And I just gotta tell ya
G D
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed
Solo
G A G D
G A G
G D
G D
G D
A G D
Capo 2 (song is actually in E A9 Bsus... but a lot easier to play with capo)
INTRO: D G A
D G
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
A
Hits me straight in the eye
G D
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
G A G
Oh that's right, I forgot, it was me
G D
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
G D
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
G D
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
A G D
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
D G
Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
A G D
'Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
G
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
A G
Maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
D
No milk! God, how I hate that
G D
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
G D
She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen how'd ya get it?"
A G D
She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"
G
Lunchtime, I start to dial your number
A G
Then I remember so I reach for somebodies smoke
D G
And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
A G
Than go through all that shit again
D
There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothin
G D
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
G D
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
A
And this spell won't be broken
G D
By the sound of keys scraping in the lock
D G
Maybe tonight it's a movie With plenty of room
A
for elbows and knees
G D
A bag of popcorn all to myself,
D G
Black and white with a strong female lead
A G
And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
G D
Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
G
How strange these streets feel
D
when you're alone on them
G D
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
A G
So I lower my head, make a b-line for home
D
Seething inside
G
Funny, I'd never noticed
A G D
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
G A G
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
D
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
G D
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
G D
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
A
And I just gotta tell ya
G D
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed
Solo
G A G D
G A G
G D
G D
G D
A G D
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