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!
Intro Chords: A D F#m A D.
F#m A D
Smoke and cinder, steel in an ashtray
F#m A D
In a dingy bar where romances are born
F#m A D
The sound of Denver seeping from the jukebox
A E D A
But no country road could ever take us home
F#m A D
She speaks like raging tides against the coastline
F#m A D
I'm rendered ragged by things that she might know
F#m A D
The whiskey and this feeling bring me back to better times
A E D
Let it go let it go let it go
A A/G# F#m E D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m E D
But that was so long ago
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
E
Of these dying days
F#m A D
F#m A D
F#m A D
A E D
F#m A D
Sweaty palmed I swallow down my cocktail
F#m A D
Like the things I feel but know I shouldn't say
F#m A D
Every morning I awake to my reassurance
A E D
It's okay it's okay it's okay
A A/G# F#m E D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m E D
But that was so long ago
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D E
It's hard to wash your hands clean
Of these dying days
A E D
A E D
A E F#m D
B E
A E F#m D
Well there I go digging graves for every single pretty girl
A E D
Pretty soon they'll be no more left to move
A E F#m D
And I'll be filling holes with a longing in my soul
B E
If it's one of those things I tend to lose
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
F#m A D
Smoke and cinder, steel in an ashtray
F#m A D
In a dingy bar where romances are born
F#m A D
The sound of Denver seeping from the jukebox
A E D A
But no country road could ever take us home
F#m A D
She speaks like raging tides against the coastline
F#m A D
I'm rendered ragged by things that she might know
F#m A D
The whiskey and this feeling bring me back to better times
A E D
Let it go let it go let it go
A A/G# F#m E D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m E D
But that was so long ago
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
E
Of these dying days
F#m A D
F#m A D
F#m A D
A E D
F#m A D
Sweaty palmed I swallow down my cocktail
F#m A D
Like the things I feel but know I shouldn't say
F#m A D
Every morning I awake to my reassurance
A E D
It's okay it's okay it's okay
A A/G# F#m E D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m E D
But that was so long ago
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D E
It's hard to wash your hands clean
Of these dying days
A E D
A E D
A E F#m D
B E
A E F#m D
Well there I go digging graves for every single pretty girl
A E D
Pretty soon they'll be no more left to move
A E F#m D
And I'll be filling holes with a longing in my soul
B E
If it's one of those things I tend to lose
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
Elysian Fields
Elysion
Elyssa Smith
Elza Soares
Em Harriss
Emanuele Zago
Emarbiti
Emaue
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