Biografía:
Bill Callahan, el hombre que hasta el 2007 se ha escondido tras el nombre de Smog para editar su música, se encuentra entre los grandes renovadores del rock estadounidense de las últimas dos décadas. Su último disco como Smog, "A River Ain't Too Much to Love", puede que no llegue a la altura de "Red Apple Falls" o "Knock Knock", quizás sus dos mejores obras, pero mantiene el listón muy alto gracias a unas composiciones a las que ha despojado casi por completo de arreglos y, sin embargo, siguen mostrándose poderosas.
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well I rode out to the ocean
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and the water looked like tarnished gold
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I rode out on a broken horse
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who told me she'd never felt so old
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she asked me if I'd feed her
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and ride her now and then
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no no no, no no no, no no no,
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I break horses
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I don't tend to them
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I break horses
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they seem to come to me
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asking to be broken
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they seem to run to me
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I break horses
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doesn't take me long
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just a few well-placed words
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and their wandering hearts are gone
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well at first her warmth felt good between my legs
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living breathing heart-beating flesh
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but soon that warmth turned to an itch
turned to a scratch
turned to a gash
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I break
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I break horses
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I don't tend to them
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tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
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and I don't want to see you swimming behind
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tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
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and I don't want to see you swimming behind
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no I break horses
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I don't tend to them
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well I rode out to the ocean
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and the water looked like tarnished gold
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I rode out on a broken horse
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who told me she'd never felt so old
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she asked me if I'd feed her
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and ride her now and then
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no no no, no no no, no no no,
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I break horses
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I don't tend to them
F#m (Hoooooooo)
I break horses
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they seem to come to me
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asking to be broken
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they seem to run to me
F#m (Hoooooooo)
I break horses
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doesn't take me long
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just a few well-placed words
A F#m A
and their wandering hearts are gone
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well at first her warmth felt good between my legs
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living breathing heart-beating flesh
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but soon that warmth turned to an itch
turned to a scratch
turned to a gash
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I break
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I break horses
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I don't tend to them
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tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
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and I don't want to see you swimming behind
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tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
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and I don't want to see you swimming behind
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no I break horses
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I don't tend to them
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Sñ Bikini
Snail Mail
Snap
Snarky Puppy
Snatam Kaur