Biografia:
The Cowboy Junkies é uma banda canadense de rock alternativo, com ênfase folk e country, formada em 1985 em Toronto, Canada, pelos irmãos Michael (guitarra), Peter (bateria) e Margo Timmins (vocal), além de Alan Anton (baixo).
O primeiro álbum da banda, Whites Off Earth, com uma forte inspiração blues, foi gravado na garagem dos Timmins e produzido pelo produtor canadense Peter Moore. Seu lançamendo se deu em 1986, o mesmo ano em que a banda saiu em turnê pelo sul dos Estados Unidos.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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Date: Wed, 09 Sep 1998 11:13:54 -0500
From: [email protected] (Brian Davies)
Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/those_final_feet.crd
THOSE FINAL FEET by the Cowboy Junkies
Transcribed by Brian Davies
Comments & corrections to [email protected]
More of my guitar music can be found at:
http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] Place my body on the [Am] funeral pyre,
[C] cut it loose to float down[G]stream.
[G] Leave it frozen on a [Am] mountain top,
[C] suspend it high to be picked [G] clean.
You said [D] never to grow [C] old,
but you for[G]got to tell me how. [G]
You said [D] never to grow [C] old
and then sank your [G] teeth into those final feet. [G]
[G] Last night I dreamt of [Am] owls at my window.
[C] I knew that time was winding [G] down.
[G] Turned to tell you [Am] of my premonition,
[C] changed my mind and lay back [G] down.
Chorus
[G] No sense wasting the [Am] time you got,
[C] you got to walk down every [G] road.
[G] No sense pretending that you're [Am] what you're not,
[C] when you got to shoulder every [G] load.
Chorus
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] [Am] Cut it [C] loose, cut it loose, cut it [G] loose
Chorus
[G] Those final feet.
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Date: Wed, 09 Sep 1998 11:13:54 -0500
From: [email protected] (Brian Davies)
Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/those_final_feet.crd
THOSE FINAL FEET by the Cowboy Junkies
Transcribed by Brian Davies
Comments & corrections to [email protected]
More of my guitar music can be found at:
http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] Place my body on the [Am] funeral pyre,
[C] cut it loose to float down[G]stream.
[G] Leave it frozen on a [Am] mountain top,
[C] suspend it high to be picked [G] clean.
You said [D] never to grow [C] old,
but you for[G]got to tell me how. [G]
You said [D] never to grow [C] old
and then sank your [G] teeth into those final feet. [G]
[G] Last night I dreamt of [Am] owls at my window.
[C] I knew that time was winding [G] down.
[G] Turned to tell you [Am] of my premonition,
[C] changed my mind and lay back [G] down.
Chorus
[G] No sense wasting the [Am] time you got,
[C] you got to walk down every [G] road.
[G] No sense pretending that you're [Am] what you're not,
[C] when you got to shoulder every [G] load.
Chorus
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] [Am] Cut it [C] loose, cut it loose, cut it [G] loose
Chorus
[G] Those final feet.
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