Biografía:
Says Swans frontman and head of Young God Records Michael Gira, James Jackson Toth's "got that picaresque quality that Dylan had in his heyday, wherein the shambolic narrator undergoes various travails and epiphanies—harrowing, bleak and darkly comical—in the course of a narrative, then leaves you mystified, both smiling and sad."
Wooden Wand, a.k.a. singer-songwriter James Jackson Toth, has released material under such collectives as Wooden Wand & the Vanishing Voice
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Otras canciones:
- Art Of War
- Candace Queen Of Witchcraft
- Country Graveyard Soil
- Creature Of Habit
- Days This Long
- Dead Of Night
- Forgiveness Factory
- Hotel Bar
- Mother Midnight
- No Debts
- Portrait In The Clouds
- Shaving Cold
- Southern Colorado Song
- Supermoon
- The Dnr Waltz
- The Mountain
- Vengeance Part 2
- Wand Arise
- War Star Days
- Wither Away
¡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!
Am F C 4x
Am F C
Catch me sleeping at your back door
Am F C
Lying prone beneath the dawn
Am F C
I was ready to leave, when the sprinklers turned on
Am F C
Am F C
A day of reckonings upon me,
Am F C
But right now I need some rest
Am F C
A little camp ground in Saint Isabel
Just to the west
Am F C
Dm G
Life goes by so fast,
Dm G
but it`s the minutes drag on slow,
Dm G
Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go
Am F C 2x
Am F C
Bank job somewhere in bumfuck Georgia
Am F C
Fill that ceiling full of holes
Am F C
A hundred twenty miles an hour
sounds like thunder rolls
Am F C
Am F C
In a Canyon City walmart
Am F C
Cops and cameras all around
Am F C
Stops Sticks down along the asphalt slowed us down
Am F C
and if it weren't for that guard rail
Am F C
We be laughing at you now
Am F C
We were dead-set on getting away somehow
Am F C
Dm G
Life goes by so fast,
Dm G
but it`s the minutes drag on slow,
Dm G
Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go
Am F C 4x
Am F C
If you ever think of me and wonder
Am F C
Ask yourself where I might be
Am F C
Keep your eyes fixed on the shadow,
You`ll find me.
Am F C (till end)
Am F C
Catch me sleeping at your back door
Am F C
Lying prone beneath the dawn
Am F C
I was ready to leave, when the sprinklers turned on
Am F C
Am F C
A day of reckonings upon me,
Am F C
But right now I need some rest
Am F C
A little camp ground in Saint Isabel
Just to the west
Am F C
Dm G
Life goes by so fast,
Dm G
but it`s the minutes drag on slow,
Dm G
Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go
Am F C 2x
Am F C
Bank job somewhere in bumfuck Georgia
Am F C
Fill that ceiling full of holes
Am F C
A hundred twenty miles an hour
sounds like thunder rolls
Am F C
Am F C
In a Canyon City walmart
Am F C
Cops and cameras all around
Am F C
Stops Sticks down along the asphalt slowed us down
Am F C
and if it weren't for that guard rail
Am F C
We be laughing at you now
Am F C
We were dead-set on getting away somehow
Am F C
Dm G
Life goes by so fast,
Dm G
but it`s the minutes drag on slow,
Dm G
Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go
Am F C 4x
Am F C
If you ever think of me and wonder
Am F C
Ask yourself where I might be
Am F C
Keep your eyes fixed on the shadow,
You`ll find me.
Am F C (till end)
Woodlore
Woodpigeon
Woods
Woods of Birnam
Woods of Ypres