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!
From "Furr"
Capo 2
(Verse 1)
D A G C
I'm a broke down wreck with a ball and chain
D A G C
Just sitting in the kitchen with my fortune and fame
D A G C
There's a monkey in a mask and he's calling my name
F C
There's a midget on his back,
G D A
Hes waiting for the midnight train
A, Em, G, D (2X)
D C A
Cause were pulling up stakes
F G
Gotta load up the car
D C A
Get my right beat back
F G
Do some air guitar
F C
Cause Im running from the air-jets
G D
Inside of my head
F
On my bed
C G
With a leg full of lead
F
We're trading gold for bread
(same as verse 1)
Well the militarized mistress yeah you sink like a stone
Well I'm out here on the sidewalk where the buffalo roam
I can see it in your crystal dancing in like a storm
Blowing dusty through the kitchen
While you're standing in your high heels in your hall
A, Em, G, D (2X)
D C A
Cause were pulling up stakes
F G
Gotta load up the car
D C A
Get my right beat back
F G
Do some air guitar
F C
Cause Im running from the air-jets
G D
Inside of my head
F
On my bed
C G
With a leg full of lead
F
We're trading gold for bread
(Same as verse 1)
Yeah there's this choice you gotta make and itll cut to the coil
Like a preacher throwing dice instead of seeds on the soil
There's a lady and her lover and the'yre covered in oil
Slipping down through the cracks
With the attack and a face full of foil
A, Em, G, D (2X)
D C A
Cause were pulling up stakes
F G
Gotta load up the car
D C A
Get my right beat back
F G
Do some air guitar
F C
Cause Im running from the air-jets
G D
Inside of my head
F
On my bed
C G
With a leg full of lead
F
We're trading gold for bread
Capo 2
(Verse 1)
D A G C
I'm a broke down wreck with a ball and chain
D A G C
Just sitting in the kitchen with my fortune and fame
D A G C
There's a monkey in a mask and he's calling my name
F C
There's a midget on his back,
G D A
Hes waiting for the midnight train
A, Em, G, D (2X)
D C A
Cause were pulling up stakes
F G
Gotta load up the car
D C A
Get my right beat back
F G
Do some air guitar
F C
Cause Im running from the air-jets
G D
Inside of my head
F
On my bed
C G
With a leg full of lead
F
We're trading gold for bread
(same as verse 1)
Well the militarized mistress yeah you sink like a stone
Well I'm out here on the sidewalk where the buffalo roam
I can see it in your crystal dancing in like a storm
Blowing dusty through the kitchen
While you're standing in your high heels in your hall
A, Em, G, D (2X)
D C A
Cause were pulling up stakes
F G
Gotta load up the car
D C A
Get my right beat back
F G
Do some air guitar
F C
Cause Im running from the air-jets
G D
Inside of my head
F
On my bed
C G
With a leg full of lead
F
We're trading gold for bread
(Same as verse 1)
Yeah there's this choice you gotta make and itll cut to the coil
Like a preacher throwing dice instead of seeds on the soil
There's a lady and her lover and the'yre covered in oil
Slipping down through the cracks
With the attack and a face full of foil
A, Em, G, D (2X)
D C A
Cause were pulling up stakes
F G
Gotta load up the car
D C A
Get my right beat back
F G
Do some air guitar
F C
Cause Im running from the air-jets
G D
Inside of my head
F
On my bed
C G
With a leg full of lead
F
We're trading gold for bread
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