Biografía:
Graveyard Train's official bio, located at http://spookyrecords.com/Graveyard%20TrainPressInfo.html:
In retrospect it's obvious that horror and country music go together like peas and carrots - it just took Graveyard Train to show us.
Utilising old timey instruments (banjos, dobros, washboard) with the unorthodox percussion of hammer & chain, all underneath a six part baritone 'wall of men' vocal delivery, Graveyard Train have created a unique sound and an equally unique way to deliver it.
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¡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!
addictive drums
bass: trillian sperctrasonic
Bm
Yodel well, and your pickings swell
G
You play so hard for the folks in Hell
D
But they can't see nothing
A
...Nothin' at all
Chains to the legs, bolts to the ground
"You boys ain't leaving 'til this crowd turns around"
They don't hear nothing
...Nothing at all
The colder the night, the hotter the lights
Your sweat drips down and the crowd starts fist-fights
They hear nothing
...Nothing at all
But the air on stage is burning our lungs
And we're all going deaf from the beating drums
And you can't see a thing for all the blood
And a sweat in our eyes
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead,
But the man says "You gotta get up there again
And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"
[4 beat harmonica solo]
But the air on stage is burning our lungs
And we're all going deaf from the beating drums
And you can't see a thing for all the blood
And a sweat in our eyes
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead,
But the man says "You gotta get up there again
And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"
And you can't sing a note for the dust in your throat
We're running on empty and the band is lost all hope
'Cause they can't hear nothing
...Nothing at all
Welcome to hell, ladies and gent's
You sinned and fell, no time to repent
And you can't hear nothing
...Nothing at all
G
Yeah you can't hear nothing
Bm
Nothing ... at ... alllll.....
bass: trillian sperctrasonic
Bm
Yodel well, and your pickings swell
G
You play so hard for the folks in Hell
D
But they can't see nothing
A
...Nothin' at all
Chains to the legs, bolts to the ground
"You boys ain't leaving 'til this crowd turns around"
They don't hear nothing
...Nothing at all
The colder the night, the hotter the lights
Your sweat drips down and the crowd starts fist-fights
They hear nothing
...Nothing at all
But the air on stage is burning our lungs
And we're all going deaf from the beating drums
And you can't see a thing for all the blood
And a sweat in our eyes
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead,
But the man says "You gotta get up there again
And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"
[4 beat harmonica solo]
But the air on stage is burning our lungs
And we're all going deaf from the beating drums
And you can't see a thing for all the blood
And a sweat in our eyes
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead,
But the man says "You gotta get up there again
And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"
And you can't sing a note for the dust in your throat
We're running on empty and the band is lost all hope
'Cause they can't hear nothing
...Nothing at all
Welcome to hell, ladies and gent's
You sinned and fell, no time to repent
And you can't hear nothing
...Nothing at all
G
Yeah you can't hear nothing
Bm
Nothing ... at ... alllll.....
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