Biografía:
El sonido de estos chicos encuentra sus raíces en la tradición country y folk, con matices que hacen del suyo un sonido personalísimo: tempos lentos y letárgicos, lánguidas guitarras, y la evocativa, preciosa voz de Margo Timmins.
"Cuando empezamos, nuestro principal objetivo no era durar mucho como grupo, sino que lo hiciera la musica", afirma el compositor y guitarrista Michael Timmins. "Teníamos la esperanza de que nuestra sinceridad se contemplara a través de las canciones".
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Otras canciones:
- Sweet Jane
- 200 More Miles
- A Common Disaster
- A Horse In The Country
- Angel Mine
- Cause Cheap Is How I Feel
- Close My Eyes
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Escape Is So Simple
- Fuck I Hate The Cold
- Good Friday
- He Will Call You Baby
- Hold On To Me
- Hollow As A Bone
- If You Were The Woman
- Im So Lonesome I Could Cry
- Lament
- Lay It Down
- Lonely Sinking Feeling
- Lost My Driving Wheel
- Misguided Angel
- Murder Tonight In The Trailer Park
- Musical Key
- My Wild Child
- No Long Journey Home
- One Soul Now
- Oregon Hill
- Pale Sun
- Renmin Park
- Ring On The Sill
- River Waltz
- Sad To See The Season Go
- Simon Keeper
- Something More Besides You
- Southern Rain
- Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning
- The Last Spike
- The Slide
- Thirty Summers
- This Street That Man This Life
- Those Final Feet
- Thousand Year Prayer
- To Hunting Ground From City
- To Lay Me Down
- To Live Is To Fly
- To Love Is To Bury
- Where Are You Tonight
¡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
I'm going to find me a dying river
and strike a deal with her I'll say,
F
I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
C
to a place where your headwaters will flow
G
clean through to your mouth.
C
In return I'll request a small sanctuary
F
by her banks where we will live
with our small family
C
she will water our garden
G
and clean the dirt from our skin.
F
As the world clamours at our door
G C
we will dance and not let them in.
C
And if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone
F
find our river stolen find our sanctuary gone
C
we will stand and take stock and be grateful
G
for what we've not lost.
C
We will pack up our bags, pack our small family
F
head across the valley to where the aspen trees
C
shiver as they ascend -
G
the green hills rising to blue.
F G
At the edge of the chopping we will turn
C
and bid fond adieu.
F C
All that I know to true
G
is the touch of your hand on my skin.
F C
One look from you can so easily soothe
G
all this turmoil within.
Dm
As we dance cheek to cheek
Am
with our feet so completely
C G
locked in a time all our own.
Dm
I stop to speak
Am
but you gently keep me
C G
moving in time to the song.
F C G
And in a voice that is sloppy with gin
C
you say, let the world spin.
I'm going to find me a dying river
and strike a deal with her I'll say,
F
I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
C
to a place where your headwaters will flow
G
clean through to your mouth.
C
In return I'll request a small sanctuary
F
by her banks where we will live
with our small family
C
she will water our garden
G
and clean the dirt from our skin.
F
As the world clamours at our door
G C
we will dance and not let them in.
F G C
I'm going to find me a dying river
and strike a deal with her I'll say,
F
I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
C
to a place where your headwaters will flow
G
clean through to your mouth.
C
In return I'll request a small sanctuary
F
by her banks where we will live
with our small family
C
she will water our garden
G
and clean the dirt from our skin.
F
As the world clamours at our door
G C
we will dance and not let them in.
C
And if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone
F
find our river stolen find our sanctuary gone
C
we will stand and take stock and be grateful
G
for what we've not lost.
C
We will pack up our bags, pack our small family
F
head across the valley to where the aspen trees
C
shiver as they ascend -
G
the green hills rising to blue.
F G
At the edge of the chopping we will turn
C
and bid fond adieu.
F C
All that I know to true
G
is the touch of your hand on my skin.
F C
One look from you can so easily soothe
G
all this turmoil within.
Dm
As we dance cheek to cheek
Am
with our feet so completely
C G
locked in a time all our own.
Dm
I stop to speak
Am
but you gently keep me
C G
moving in time to the song.
F C G
And in a voice that is sloppy with gin
C
you say, let the world spin.
I'm going to find me a dying river
and strike a deal with her I'll say,
F
I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
C
to a place where your headwaters will flow
G
clean through to your mouth.
C
In return I'll request a small sanctuary
F
by her banks where we will live
with our small family
C
she will water our garden
G
and clean the dirt from our skin.
F
As the world clamours at our door
G C
we will dance and not let them in.
F G C
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