Biografía:
Elway is an American punk rock band from Fort Collins, Colorado. Their sound is a unique and inebriated take on a time-tested formula: aggressive punk rock with soaring melodies coupled with lyrics ranging from that of the sad sap to the indignant atheist with a bevy of homespun dick jokes.
Biography
The original name of the band was 10-4 Eleanor. As 10-4 Eleanor they release an album. ...Too Bad..., and an EP, Words Cannot Express How Much Fuck This Band.
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Otras canciones:
- 34 Eleanor
- Albuquerque Low
- Ariel
- Banned From Gun World
- Better Whenever
- Christopher
- Delano
- Its Alive
- Kristinas Last Song
- Lunatic Thirteens
- Montreal
- One Flew East
- Orphan Histories
- Our Lady Of The Thompson River
- Passing Days
- Patria Mia Room 20
- Prophetstown
- Salton Sea
- San Mateo
- Shown To The Moon
- Someday Sea Wolf
- Song For Eric Solomon To Sing
- Ten Letter Word
- The Great Divorce
- The Tired Old Whores Bedside Book
- There Is A Line
- Third Coast Temple
- Whispers In A Shot Glass
¡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!
C - x32010
F - x33210
Am - x02210
G - 320010
C/B - x20010
[Intro]
C
If I had a wagon I would
F
Go to Colorado, go to Colorado
C
Go to Colorado
C
If I had a wagon I would
Am F
Go the state where a man
G C G C
Can walk a mile high.
[Verse]
C
Sit down if it suits you, darling.
Am
Pour yourself a drink.
F C G
Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think.
C Am
I've got a two ton iron weight that weighs heavy on my spine.
F
And I'd love to toss it on this table.
C G
But now is not the time
[Chorus]
C
Cause it's... too late to dream, boys.
Am
She's already gone.
F
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
C G
So throw a record on.
F G
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
C C/B Am G
And we'll dance until we crash.
F G C G C
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
[Verse]
C
Sit down, sing me a song, girl.
Am
Tell me how you feel.
F
Because we've been wearing these fucking goofy smiles
C G
and we both know they're not real.
C
Maybe you could ease me of this pain.
Am
I'd pluck the thorns right from your spine.
F
If I had the guts I think I have when I'm drunk,
C G
then I'd try to make you mine.
[Chorus]
C
But it's... too late to dream, boys.
Am
She's already gone.
F
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
C G
So throw a record on.
F G
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
C C/B Am G
And we'll dance until we crash.
F G C C/B Am G
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
F G C G C
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
F - x33210
Am - x02210
G - 320010
C/B - x20010
[Intro]
C
If I had a wagon I would
F
Go to Colorado, go to Colorado
C
Go to Colorado
C
If I had a wagon I would
Am F
Go the state where a man
G C G C
Can walk a mile high.
[Verse]
C
Sit down if it suits you, darling.
Am
Pour yourself a drink.
F C G
Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think.
C Am
I've got a two ton iron weight that weighs heavy on my spine.
F
And I'd love to toss it on this table.
C G
But now is not the time
[Chorus]
C
Cause it's... too late to dream, boys.
Am
She's already gone.
F
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
C G
So throw a record on.
F G
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
C C/B Am G
And we'll dance until we crash.
F G C G C
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
[Verse]
C
Sit down, sing me a song, girl.
Am
Tell me how you feel.
F
Because we've been wearing these fucking goofy smiles
C G
and we both know they're not real.
C
Maybe you could ease me of this pain.
Am
I'd pluck the thorns right from your spine.
F
If I had the guts I think I have when I'm drunk,
C G
then I'd try to make you mine.
[Chorus]
C
But it's... too late to dream, boys.
Am
She's already gone.
F
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
C G
So throw a record on.
F G
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
C C/B Am G
And we'll dance until we crash.
F G C C/B Am G
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
F G C G C
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
Elysian Fields
Elysion
Elyssa Smith
Elza Soares
Em Harriss