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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Date: Wed, 09 Sep 1998 11:13:54 -0500
From: [email protected] (Brian Davies)
Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/those_final_feet.crd
THOSE FINAL FEET by the Cowboy Junkies
Transcribed by Brian Davies
Comments & corrections to [email protected]
More of my guitar music can be found at:
http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] Place my body on the [Am] funeral pyre,
[C] cut it loose to float down[G]stream.
[G] Leave it frozen on a [Am] mountain top,
[C] suspend it high to be picked [G] clean.
You said [D] never to grow [C] old,
but you for[G]got to tell me how. [G]
You said [D] never to grow [C] old
and then sank your [G] teeth into those final feet. [G]
[G] Last night I dreamt of [Am] owls at my window.
[C] I knew that time was winding [G] down.
[G] Turned to tell you [Am] of my premonition,
[C] changed my mind and lay back [G] down.
Chorus
[G] No sense wasting the [Am] time you got,
[C] you got to walk down every [G] road.
[G] No sense pretending that you're [Am] what you're not,
[C] when you got to shoulder every [G] load.
Chorus
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] [Am] Cut it [C] loose, cut it loose, cut it [G] loose
Chorus
[G] Those final feet.
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Date: Wed, 09 Sep 1998 11:13:54 -0500
From: [email protected] (Brian Davies)
Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/those_final_feet.crd
THOSE FINAL FEET by the Cowboy Junkies
Transcribed by Brian Davies
Comments & corrections to [email protected]
More of my guitar music can be found at:
http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] Place my body on the [Am] funeral pyre,
[C] cut it loose to float down[G]stream.
[G] Leave it frozen on a [Am] mountain top,
[C] suspend it high to be picked [G] clean.
You said [D] never to grow [C] old,
but you for[G]got to tell me how. [G]
You said [D] never to grow [C] old
and then sank your [G] teeth into those final feet. [G]
[G] Last night I dreamt of [Am] owls at my window.
[C] I knew that time was winding [G] down.
[G] Turned to tell you [Am] of my premonition,
[C] changed my mind and lay back [G] down.
Chorus
[G] No sense wasting the [Am] time you got,
[C] you got to walk down every [G] road.
[G] No sense pretending that you're [Am] what you're not,
[C] when you got to shoulder every [G] load.
Chorus
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] [Am] Cut it [C] loose, cut it loose, cut it [G] loose
Chorus
[G] Those final feet.
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