Biografía:
Lo que para muchos empezó siendo sólo el grupo satélite de Pavement, ha acabado en una de las carreras más interesantes de la baja fidelidad estadounidense. Silver Jews, que en realidad son David Berman más los amigos invitados para la ocasión, han conseguido dejar un puñado de discos y canciones de indie-rock en las que el country se les colaba indiscriminadamente.
Desde unos primeros pasos grabados con lo mínimo y cercanos a lo que se cocía en los EEUU de los 90 (Pavement y Sonic Youth a la cabeza de lo que no venía de Seattle)
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Otras canciones:
- Advice To The Graduate
- American Water
- Black And Brown Blues
- Blue Arrangements
- Candy Jail
- Death Of An Heir Of Sorrows
- Federal Dust
- Friday Night Fever
- I Remember Me
- Inside The Golden Days Of Missing You
- My Pillow Is The Threshold
- New Orleans
- Pretty Eyes
- San Francisco B C
- Self
- Slow Education
- Smith And Jones Forever
- Tennessee
- Trains Across The Sea
- We Could Be Looking For The Same Thing
- We Could Belong To Each Other
- What Is Not But Could Be If
¡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!
C
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
I lived with my true love and she lived with me.
G
"Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie"
Was the very first thing she imparted to me
We had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonyms
C
We got a lot of stares on the street back then.
C
Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
G
The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a buzz
They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
Enter tumbleweed, exit love and our affaire d'amour
C
Was set on self-destruct.
C
She said "you don't make enough to provide for me."
I said "what about the stuff that we quote believe?"
G
She said "I left that on the sands of history
I've found a new man to take care of me
He dresses for success and emergency
C
and he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC."
Instrumental part: Dm, C
C
Little, asian, deadly, like a cobra in the shade
Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made
G
His name was Mr. Games and he owned the place
It was a lonely bar and grill in the Lower Haight
He had a jeweler's hands and a blurry face
C
He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break.
C
"If I hire you now, can you start today?
I got a high-rise job down by the bay.
G
Just a couple of rocks and some firearms
There's not many locks and just one alarm
My step-son Gene will pick you up and drive
C
Try to be his friend, he's got a friendly side."
C
Doll-house lightning and the next thing I knew
We were back at our point of rendezvous.
G
I was in the possession of burglary tools
Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels
Gene's talking about insignificant shit
C
Just like crooks in the movies when they do that bit.
instrumental again: Dm, C
C
He said the power of metal will never be harnessed.
I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished.
G
We were waiting for his dad to meet us there
Gene took off his hat and I noticed his hair
It was neatly trimmed but a patch was bare
C
I knew it wasn't the wave, it was human error.
C
Before I knew what I said, I said "killer cut."
I watched him silently putting out a cigarette butt.
G
Then he came at me with some fist cuisine
I had to duck aside and that was bad for Gene
Cause when he went by me he tripped and fell
C
Through the glass coffee table at the Wong hotel.
C
Right there and then Mr. Games walked in
With my ex-true love on his gamy limb.
G
So her dad's killer's dad was her new beau
And Games had a wife, whatta you know?
She got real real quiet till we chucked the kid
C
Then she went her way and I went his.
C
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
I lived with my true love and she lived with me.
G
"Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie"
Was the very first thing she imparted to me
We had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonyms
C
We got a lot of stares on the street back then.
C
Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
G
The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a buzz
They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
Enter tumbleweed, exit love and our affaire d'amour
C
Was set on self-destruct.
C
She said "you don't make enough to provide for me."
I said "what about the stuff that we quote believe?"
G
She said "I left that on the sands of history
I've found a new man to take care of me
He dresses for success and emergency
C
and he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC."
Instrumental part: Dm, C
C
Little, asian, deadly, like a cobra in the shade
Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made
G
His name was Mr. Games and he owned the place
It was a lonely bar and grill in the Lower Haight
He had a jeweler's hands and a blurry face
C
He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break.
C
"If I hire you now, can you start today?
I got a high-rise job down by the bay.
G
Just a couple of rocks and some firearms
There's not many locks and just one alarm
My step-son Gene will pick you up and drive
C
Try to be his friend, he's got a friendly side."
C
Doll-house lightning and the next thing I knew
We were back at our point of rendezvous.
G
I was in the possession of burglary tools
Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels
Gene's talking about insignificant shit
C
Just like crooks in the movies when they do that bit.
instrumental again: Dm, C
C
He said the power of metal will never be harnessed.
I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished.
G
We were waiting for his dad to meet us there
Gene took off his hat and I noticed his hair
It was neatly trimmed but a patch was bare
C
I knew it wasn't the wave, it was human error.
C
Before I knew what I said, I said "killer cut."
I watched him silently putting out a cigarette butt.
G
Then he came at me with some fist cuisine
I had to duck aside and that was bad for Gene
Cause when he went by me he tripped and fell
C
Through the glass coffee table at the Wong hotel.
C
Right there and then Mr. Games walked in
With my ex-true love on his gamy limb.
G
So her dad's killer's dad was her new beau
And Games had a wife, whatta you know?
She got real real quiet till we chucked the kid
C
Then she went her way and I went his.
C
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
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