Biografia:
Foot Ox is Teague Cullen and a revolving line up of friends. Foot Ox is based out of Portland, though Teague originally started creating music in Tempe, AZ, his hometown.
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Outras músicas:
- Abigale
- Above The Ocean
- All Covered In Blood
- Alone In The Cabinet
- Angel Eyes Basketball
- Ant Mary
- Baby
- Calis
- Carabell
- Carriers
- Charlie Brown
- Colored Pinwheel
- Darling
- Eat Up
- Green Mattress
- I Am
- I Can
- I Saw You
- I Take My Life Seriously
- Josephine And Maxine
- Los Angeles
- Milktoast
- My Girl
- New Boyfriend
- Pickled Pigs Feet
- Sandra
- Snails
- The Distance Between Us
- Tiny Animals
- Wet Blanket
- Where The Snow Has Fallen
- Winslow
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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A E D
What lesson were you trying to teach?
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Was it happiness is always slightly out of reach
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or that I cannot subsist without any sleep
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Or that I am a whale lying dead on a beach
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Well I don't think you can practice the bullshit you preach
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Because you are a doctor, drinking Clorox bleach
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And you'll be dead on my grass by morning point
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A E D
Some manure to feed the flowers
F#m D Bm
because I am no longer counting hours
A E D
This song is the cap on a bottle of power
F#m D Bm
that you can die hoping you will not devour
A E D
Because you are not a fucking princess,
F#m D Bm
you are a car with a dead battery
A E D
Now that my life is no longer a mess,
F#m D E
all the pieces are falling into place
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A E D F#m D Bm A
A E D F#m D Bm
A E D
What lesson were you trying to teach?
F#m D E
Was it happiness is always slightly out of reach
A E D
or that I cannot subsist without any sleep
F#m D Bm
Or that I am a whale lying dead on a beach
A E D
Well I don't think you can practice the bullshit you preach
F#m D Bm
Because you are a doctor, drinking Clorox bleach
D E A E D F#m D E
And you'll be dead on my grass by morning point
A E D F#m D E
A E D
Some manure to feed the flowers
F#m D Bm
because I am no longer counting hours
A E D
This song is the cap on a bottle of power
F#m D Bm
that you can die hoping you will not devour
A E D
Because you are not a fucking princess,
F#m D Bm
you are a car with a dead battery
A E D
Now that my life is no longer a mess,
F#m D E
all the pieces are falling into place
A E D F#m D E
A E D F#m D Bm A
For Dance Miracl (...)
For I Am
for KING & COUNT (...)
For My Pain...
For Our Hero