Biografía:
Son un grupo de Celtic-punk de Chicago. Formaron banda a principios de los 90. Recientemente han subido a los escenarios con bandas como Lost City Angels, Murphy's Law, Streetlight Manifesto, Catch 22, Dropkick Murphys, The Reverend Horton Heat, Flogging Molly y recientemente Krum Bums y Street Dogs.Fueron teloneros para The Pogues en New York City para el Saint Patricks Day (Dia de San Patricio) 2007
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¡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!
Here are the chords for The Crock of Gold by The Tossers. Capo on the 5th, but the
are written as though it were open. I took the lyrics from the album booklet, so if there's
discrepancy blame the band. If you have any questions jot me an email at
or message me on http://www.last.fm/shad4k. This is my first tab here, so bear
me:
The intro and the slow bit at the beginning is just an arpeggiated A chord followed by a
I'm not going to tab out all the nuance differences, but it's something like this:
e|-----0---------|
B|---------------|
G|---2---2-------|
D|-2-------2-----|
A|-----------0---|
E|---------------|
A
We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street,
only because we just can't compete.
D A
But in the concrete of our younger days, we left our names.
A
Just like the people before,
when they reached the distant shore
D A
with their drink and their dance, and their dreams and sincere aims.
D A D A
Ghosts long gone, through old buildings they stare.
D A D A
With their offspring staring at me for they are still there.
D A D A E
Dreams that are dead and lives not realized.
A
Why did we write our names in these streets, to show we're alive?
(This is where the main part of the song kicks in. You can make it sound a bit better
on your own by mimicking the bass a bit, strumming A three times and then hitting 0 3 on
E string until the vocals come about.)
VERSE:
A F#m
Well, Chicago is my home and I'll never want to roam,
D E
to live on any sun swept distant shore.
A F#m
Well, it is where I was reared by forbearers so revered,
D E A
and I sing the songs that they all sang before.
Well, any woman that's neared me
has been repelled most thoroughly.
Still I'm a lover God, I am foremost of all.
A musician that's my call of high degree professional.
But I'm afraid I do not know my trade at all.
CHORUS:
D
And if it's every twenty years
A
some small relief to me appears,
D E
then the crock of gold will wait until that day.
A
To defend myself no more,
F#m
lay the shield of anger at my door
D E A (e-0 B-202 G-2)
and the sword of alcohol will stow away.
VERSE:
All the people in our town are overworked and broken down.
Begging cheques but it's just not enough they're giving.
Crying quietly, living life so desperately.
That something has to make this life worth living.
Real life is only a timeline,
and the excitement holds the short times.
It will never measure up to what TV sells as great.
All the drunken jokes and views, exciting pubs they tell the news.
But the excited pats, well, they just weren't all that great.
CHORUS
(The solo that follows is played over the same progression as the verse followed by the chorus.)
VERSE:
I met a girl one night and enchantment fixed our sight,
so we decided we would hold it for awhile.
But she would not love me, so inside me finally I said,
"It's not your fault." But I would like love if only for a while.
Well, it's on and on I've seen, yeah that's how it's always been,
and how it will be as ever on I go.
Oh, but ever on I will. Through all the banal times until
I find some place to me that seems like home.
CHORUS x2
are written as though it were open. I took the lyrics from the album booklet, so if there's
discrepancy blame the band. If you have any questions jot me an email at
or message me on http://www.last.fm/shad4k. This is my first tab here, so bear
me:
The intro and the slow bit at the beginning is just an arpeggiated A chord followed by a
I'm not going to tab out all the nuance differences, but it's something like this:
e|-----0---------|
B|---------------|
G|---2---2-------|
D|-2-------2-----|
A|-----------0---|
E|---------------|
A
We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street,
only because we just can't compete.
D A
But in the concrete of our younger days, we left our names.
A
Just like the people before,
when they reached the distant shore
D A
with their drink and their dance, and their dreams and sincere aims.
D A D A
Ghosts long gone, through old buildings they stare.
D A D A
With their offspring staring at me for they are still there.
D A D A E
Dreams that are dead and lives not realized.
A
Why did we write our names in these streets, to show we're alive?
(This is where the main part of the song kicks in. You can make it sound a bit better
on your own by mimicking the bass a bit, strumming A three times and then hitting 0 3 on
E string until the vocals come about.)
VERSE:
A F#m
Well, Chicago is my home and I'll never want to roam,
D E
to live on any sun swept distant shore.
A F#m
Well, it is where I was reared by forbearers so revered,
D E A
and I sing the songs that they all sang before.
Well, any woman that's neared me
has been repelled most thoroughly.
Still I'm a lover God, I am foremost of all.
A musician that's my call of high degree professional.
But I'm afraid I do not know my trade at all.
CHORUS:
D
And if it's every twenty years
A
some small relief to me appears,
D E
then the crock of gold will wait until that day.
A
To defend myself no more,
F#m
lay the shield of anger at my door
D E A (e-0 B-202 G-2)
and the sword of alcohol will stow away.
VERSE:
All the people in our town are overworked and broken down.
Begging cheques but it's just not enough they're giving.
Crying quietly, living life so desperately.
That something has to make this life worth living.
Real life is only a timeline,
and the excitement holds the short times.
It will never measure up to what TV sells as great.
All the drunken jokes and views, exciting pubs they tell the news.
But the excited pats, well, they just weren't all that great.
CHORUS
(The solo that follows is played over the same progression as the verse followed by the chorus.)
VERSE:
I met a girl one night and enchantment fixed our sight,
so we decided we would hold it for awhile.
But she would not love me, so inside me finally I said,
"It's not your fault." But I would like love if only for a while.
Well, it's on and on I've seen, yeah that's how it's always been,
and how it will be as ever on I go.
Oh, but ever on I will. Through all the banal times until
I find some place to me that seems like home.
CHORUS x2
The Toyes
The Tractors
The Trade
The Traditional
The Tragic Thril (...)
The Treble
The Trees & The (...)
The Trews
The Triangles
The Triffids