Biografía:
Blitzen Trapper es un grupo de folk/rock experimental procedente de Portland, Oregon. Con claras influencias de Beck y Wilco, ésta banda debutó en 2003 con un disco homónimo que se situó inmediatamente entre lo más destacado en la escena del country alternativo estadounidense. Posteriormente han grabado los discos Field Rexx (2004), Wild Mountain Nation (2007) y Furr (2008).
Sus miembros son Eric Earley (voces, guitarra, teclados); Erik Menteer (guitarra
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Otras canciones:
- Black River Killer
- Furr
- God and Suicide
- Across The River
- American Goldwing
- Astronaut
- Badgers Black Brigade
- Big Black Bird
- Country Caravan
- Dont Be A Stranger
- Dragons Song
- Drive On Up
- Evening Star
- Ever Loved Once
- Fletcher
- Girl In A Coat
- God Suicide
- Gold For Bread
- Heaven And Earth
- Jericho
- Lady On The Water
- Laughing Lover
- Lonesome Angel
- Love Grow Cold
- Love The Way You Walk Away
- Might Find It Cheap
- Mission Moon
- My Home Town
- Not Your Lover
- Rebel
- Reno
- Saturday Nite
- Sci
- Silver Moon
- Sleepytime In The Western World
- Stolen Shoes And A Rifle
- Stranger In A Strange Land
- Taking It Easy Too Long
- Texaco
- The Man Who Would Speak True
- The Tree
- Thirsty Man
- Valley Of Death
- Wild Mountain Nation
- Wild Mountain Nation Live Acoustic
- Wind Dont Always Blow
¡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!
Band: Blitzen Trapper
Song: Evening Star
Album: Destroyer of the Void
Tuning: standard
this is my first tabbing attempt so only basic chords. (you can figure out exact
shapes and walks by yourself).
for rhythm and feel take a look > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnYlTphjZFs
verse:
C G
You're a broken-hearted party girl
F G
Your skirt's on fire, your hair's uncurled
A#5 F
Your dancing days are at an end
C G
Yeah, you've got no one to call your friend
C G
All you've got left is a silhouette,
F G
An empty bed, and a cheap Corvette
A#5 F
You're a long way from your sweet sixteen
C
You need some stonewashed jeans
G
And a time machine
chorus:
Dm/F#
To take you back
G
To that railroad track
C
Where you first took flight
F A#5
In the morning light
Dm/F#
So take me back
G
To that first romance
C
Where you made your stand
F A#5
You were hand in hand
Gm C5 D#5
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
When you came to the city in your cheap perfume
And your ran through the room
But you grew up soon
Always dressed like a killer in the afternoon
Sipping warm champagne from a silver spoon
In the night you would travel in your lover's car
With your jewels so bright, like a shooting star
But your nightmares must have caught up with you
And all the pills and the prophets couldn't get you through
To take you back
To that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the morning light
So take me back
To that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
So take me back
You were found on the ground in a lonely town
At the end of the world, in a dressing gown
Your hair was on fire, your shoes were misplaced
On your face was a trace of a distant place
It's a long way home to Wichita
Where they put you back together
Filled your head with straw
Now all you've got left is a silhouette
And a cheap Corvette, but girl, you ain't dead yet
So take me back
To that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the morning light
So take me back
To that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
Song: Evening Star
Album: Destroyer of the Void
Tuning: standard
this is my first tabbing attempt so only basic chords. (you can figure out exact
shapes and walks by yourself).
for rhythm and feel take a look > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnYlTphjZFs
verse:
C G
You're a broken-hearted party girl
F G
Your skirt's on fire, your hair's uncurled
A#5 F
Your dancing days are at an end
C G
Yeah, you've got no one to call your friend
C G
All you've got left is a silhouette,
F G
An empty bed, and a cheap Corvette
A#5 F
You're a long way from your sweet sixteen
C
You need some stonewashed jeans
G
And a time machine
chorus:
Dm/F#
To take you back
G
To that railroad track
C
Where you first took flight
F A#5
In the morning light
Dm/F#
So take me back
G
To that first romance
C
Where you made your stand
F A#5
You were hand in hand
Gm C5 D#5
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
When you came to the city in your cheap perfume
And your ran through the room
But you grew up soon
Always dressed like a killer in the afternoon
Sipping warm champagne from a silver spoon
In the night you would travel in your lover's car
With your jewels so bright, like a shooting star
But your nightmares must have caught up with you
And all the pills and the prophets couldn't get you through
To take you back
To that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the morning light
So take me back
To that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
So take me back
You were found on the ground in a lonely town
At the end of the world, in a dressing gown
Your hair was on fire, your shoes were misplaced
On your face was a trace of a distant place
It's a long way home to Wichita
Where they put you back together
Filled your head with straw
Now all you've got left is a silhouette
And a cheap Corvette, but girl, you ain't dead yet
So take me back
To that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the morning light
So take me back
To that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
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