Biografia:
Dr. Gregory Walter Graffin III (6 de novembro de 1964 em Racine, Wisconsin), mais conhecido como Greg Graffin, é vocalista e um dos fundadores da banda punk rock Bad Religion. Greg também já lançou dois álbuns solo: American Lesion (1997) e Cold as the Clay (2006).
Graffin é formado em Antropologia e Geologia na Universidade da Califórnia. Recebeu pós-doutorado em Paleontologia Evolutiva pela Cornell University. Apesar disso, de acordo com o site oficial do Bad Religion e do site do Cornell Evolution Project, a tese de Ph.
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Outras músicas:
- Back To Earth
- Backroads Of My Mind
- California Cotton Fields
- Cease
- Cold As The Clay
- Dont Be Afraid To Run
- Echo On The Hill
- Faith Alone
- Fates Cruel Hand
- Hey Laura
- Highway
- In The Mirror
- Lincolns Funeral Train
- Little Sadie
- Making Time
- Maybe She Will
- Millport
- One More Hill
- Opinion
- Predicament
- Rebels Goodbye
- Sawmill
- Shotgun
- Talk About Suffering
- The Elements
- The Fault Line
- Time Of Need
- Too Many Virtues
- Watchmakers Dial
- Waxwings
- When I Fail
- Willie Moore
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Greg Graffin:
Cold As The Clay Chords, from the album Cold As The Clay.
Tabbed by Ricky Horror ([email protected] for questions or errors)
I can't believe no one has posted this one yet. A great song by one of the best artists around.
Intro/Riff1: E-A-Ab-F#m-E
verse: E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
chorus: {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Riff2: E-F#m-Ab-A (Basically riff1 inverted)
Riff3: A-Ab-E-F#m
*note: I think the F#m's might simply be F#, but it sounds more accurate to me as
a minor chord when I play it.
Intro: E-A-Ab-F#m-E {rpt}
E A
Whispers of ancients buried by dust,
B C#m
Echoes of ages in canyons of rust,
B {Riff1: A Ab F#m}E {rpt riff1}
Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough
{Riff2}
E F#m Ab A B
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
C#m B A
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
B A {Riff3:A Ab E F#m} E {Rpt R1}
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old
The skills of the master done died with his soul
And the worklike routine is so lonely and cold
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
The land was converted, the river was moved,
The village expanded, some say it's improved,
But the lingering feature is a grim attitude
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
Cold As The Clay Chords, from the album Cold As The Clay.
Tabbed by Ricky Horror ([email protected] for questions or errors)
I can't believe no one has posted this one yet. A great song by one of the best artists around.
Intro/Riff1: E-A-Ab-F#m-E
verse: E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
chorus: {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Riff2: E-F#m-Ab-A (Basically riff1 inverted)
Riff3: A-Ab-E-F#m
*note: I think the F#m's might simply be F#, but it sounds more accurate to me as
a minor chord when I play it.
Intro: E-A-Ab-F#m-E {rpt}
E A
Whispers of ancients buried by dust,
B C#m
Echoes of ages in canyons of rust,
B {Riff1: A Ab F#m}E {rpt riff1}
Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough
{Riff2}
E F#m Ab A B
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
C#m B A
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
B A {Riff3:A Ab E F#m} E {Rpt R1}
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old
The skills of the master done died with his soul
And the worklike routine is so lonely and cold
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
The land was converted, the river was moved,
The village expanded, some say it's improved,
But the lingering feature is a grim attitude
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
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