Biografia:
O primeiro álbum dos Crash Test Dummies foi um sucesso na sua terra natal, o Canadá, mas teve pouca aceitação nos EUA e na Europa. No entanto, o trabalho seguinte, "God Shuffled His Feet", graças à produção do ex-Talking Head, Jerry Harrison, e ao single "Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm", tornou-se num sucesso à escala mundial.
A história do grupo começa em 1990, quando Brad Roberts (vocalista) abandona os seus estudos em literatura e filosofia, e, com um grupo de amigos: Mitch Dorge (bateria)
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Outras músicas:
- God Shuffled His Feet
- Mmm,mmm,mmm,mmm
- Superman Song
- The Psychic
- A Worms Life
- Afternoons Amp Coffeespoons
- Afternoons And Coffeespoons
- All Of This Ugly
- At My Funeral
- Buzzin Flies
- Comin Back Soon
- Every Morning
- Funeral Song
- Get You In The Morning
- Here I Stand Before Me
- How Does A Duck Know
- I Love Your Goo
- I Think Ill Disappear Now
- Im A Dog
- Im Outlived By That Thing
- In The Days Of The Caveman
- Its A Small Town
- Keep A Lid On Things
- Laid Back
- Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
- My Own Sunrise
- On And On
- Our Driver Gestures
- Songs Of The Unforgiven
- Supermans Song
- Swimming In Your Ocean
- The Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead
- The Bereft Mans Song
- The Country Life
- The Ghost That Haunts Me
- The Ghosts That Haunt
- The Ghosts That Haunt Me
- The Unforgiven Ones
- The Voyage
- There Are Many Dangers
- Thick Necked Man
- Two Knights And Maidens
- When I Go Out With Artists
- Yer Devil Ways
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"Thick-Necked Man"
by Benjamin Darvill
D D
D
We're talkin' 'bout a thick neck man in the city
G A
Build a pub a blood and sweat
D
Swears by God he'll stand by justice
G A
He ain't stood by justice yet
D
He gets them drunk and he gets their money
G A
They cash the welfare checks for stout
D
Now he throws them out into the street
G A
He sucked you in he'll spit you out
D G
This blood-minded son of a bitch
C G
Will not a penny lend
D A G D
And all I can do is pray to God
A D
He'll suffer in the end
We're talkin' 'bout a thick necked man in a three piece
Killing from his office desk
The many places he has been
And many more he'll visit yet
Without his mommy's pride and kisses
Without his country's confidence
Without the dying man's permission
Without no guilt on consequence
This bloody-minded son of a bitch
Has no a wound to mend
And all I can do is pray to God he'll
Get one in the end
Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick necked man in a fist fight
Losing lots of blood
It's not his night his boss is uptight
And his face and name are covered in mud
He watches TV, all star wrestling
Slams a six of ale
Hits his wife and wrecks the car
And spends a long dark night in jail
Well the Preacher man, he comes and asks him
Does he know what mess he's in
He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'll
Bail him out and buy him gin
This bloody-minded son of a bitch
Has not a son to mend
And all I can do is pray to God
He'll get one in the end
D
Let him get one..........
D A G D
And all I can do is pray to God
A D
He'll get one in the end
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Typed by (X-tremly weird) Harry
by Benjamin Darvill
D D
D
We're talkin' 'bout a thick neck man in the city
G A
Build a pub a blood and sweat
D
Swears by God he'll stand by justice
G A
He ain't stood by justice yet
D
He gets them drunk and he gets their money
G A
They cash the welfare checks for stout
D
Now he throws them out into the street
G A
He sucked you in he'll spit you out
D G
This blood-minded son of a bitch
C G
Will not a penny lend
D A G D
And all I can do is pray to God
A D
He'll suffer in the end
We're talkin' 'bout a thick necked man in a three piece
Killing from his office desk
The many places he has been
And many more he'll visit yet
Without his mommy's pride and kisses
Without his country's confidence
Without the dying man's permission
Without no guilt on consequence
This bloody-minded son of a bitch
Has no a wound to mend
And all I can do is pray to God he'll
Get one in the end
Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick necked man in a fist fight
Losing lots of blood
It's not his night his boss is uptight
And his face and name are covered in mud
He watches TV, all star wrestling
Slams a six of ale
Hits his wife and wrecks the car
And spends a long dark night in jail
Well the Preacher man, he comes and asks him
Does he know what mess he's in
He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'll
Bail him out and buy him gin
This bloody-minded son of a bitch
Has not a son to mend
And all I can do is pray to God
He'll get one in the end
D
Let him get one..........
D A G D
And all I can do is pray to God
A D
He'll get one in the end
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Typed by (X-tremly weird) Harry
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