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!
"Simon Keeper" - Cowboy Junkies - One Soul Now - 2004
Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw
INTRO - Dm | Dm | Dm | Dm
Dm
Jesus was a carpenter He died nailed to a wooden cross.
Am Bb Dm
Irony oh irony upon Me it is never lost.
Dm
Gather 'round now people, I'm here to tell a tale
Am
About a man who walks among You, a man You each know well.
Dm
My name is Simon Keeper I had a wife and three grown kids,
Am Bb Dm
A job in the towers cooking the books for the shills that grease the skids.
Dm Am
Irony oh irony, you are a bitter fruit to eat.
Bb C Dm
Stripped of all your beauty Your flesh is none too sweet.
Dm
Now I ain't the most honest man that ever worked a skim.
Am
I was caught with My hand in the cookie jar and brother that was it.
Dm
Fifty-four and a big black mark upon My résumé,
Am Bb Dm
I found selling off what You don't own might earn You the time of day.
Dm
Next it was a letter from My darling one,
Am
"what's Yours is mine, what's mine is mine", Sealed with a hug and kiss.
Dm
One by one My children closed their lives to Me.
Am Bb Dm
Lesson learned on Daddy's knee, "give no quarter to the weak".
Dm Am
Irony oh irony, You are the polar seed of truth,
Bb C Dm
You grow upon the open plain the faithful you uproot.
Dm
Kicked around 'bout a year living hand to mouth,
Am
Then one day tryin' to bum a light. I felt My will give out.
Dm
Sat right down on the corner, started prayin' a little too loud.
Am Bb Dm
Left My troubles far behind When I saw them emptying their pockets out.
Dm Am
Irony oh irony, You are a treacherous son of a bitch,
Bb C Dm
Pretending not to care about the heights You'll never reach.
Dm
Now I won't start in preaching 'bout reaping what You sow,
Am
This is the story of a half-hearted man, Half honest as they go.
Dm
But sit on down and rest a spell I've got another tale to tell.
Am Bb Dm
About a lost young man in a far away land whose life is just too easy to sell.
Dm Am
Jesus was a carpenter He died nailed to a wooden cross.
Bb C Dm
Irony oh irony upon Me it is never lost.
Dm
Jesus was a carpenter He died nailed to a wooden cross.
Am Bb C Dm
Irony oh irony upon Me it's never lost.
Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw
INTRO - Dm | Dm | Dm | Dm
Dm
Jesus was a carpenter He died nailed to a wooden cross.
Am Bb Dm
Irony oh irony upon Me it is never lost.
Dm
Gather 'round now people, I'm here to tell a tale
Am
About a man who walks among You, a man You each know well.
Dm
My name is Simon Keeper I had a wife and three grown kids,
Am Bb Dm
A job in the towers cooking the books for the shills that grease the skids.
Dm Am
Irony oh irony, you are a bitter fruit to eat.
Bb C Dm
Stripped of all your beauty Your flesh is none too sweet.
Dm
Now I ain't the most honest man that ever worked a skim.
Am
I was caught with My hand in the cookie jar and brother that was it.
Dm
Fifty-four and a big black mark upon My résumé,
Am Bb Dm
I found selling off what You don't own might earn You the time of day.
Dm
Next it was a letter from My darling one,
Am
"what's Yours is mine, what's mine is mine", Sealed with a hug and kiss.
Dm
One by one My children closed their lives to Me.
Am Bb Dm
Lesson learned on Daddy's knee, "give no quarter to the weak".
Dm Am
Irony oh irony, You are the polar seed of truth,
Bb C Dm
You grow upon the open plain the faithful you uproot.
Dm
Kicked around 'bout a year living hand to mouth,
Am
Then one day tryin' to bum a light. I felt My will give out.
Dm
Sat right down on the corner, started prayin' a little too loud.
Am Bb Dm
Left My troubles far behind When I saw them emptying their pockets out.
Dm Am
Irony oh irony, You are a treacherous son of a bitch,
Bb C Dm
Pretending not to care about the heights You'll never reach.
Dm
Now I won't start in preaching 'bout reaping what You sow,
Am
This is the story of a half-hearted man, Half honest as they go.
Dm
But sit on down and rest a spell I've got another tale to tell.
Am Bb Dm
About a lost young man in a far away land whose life is just too easy to sell.
Dm Am
Jesus was a carpenter He died nailed to a wooden cross.
Bb C Dm
Irony oh irony upon Me it is never lost.
Dm
Jesus was a carpenter He died nailed to a wooden cross.
Am Bb C Dm
Irony oh irony upon Me it's never lost.
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