Biografia:
Kasey Anderson (born 1980) is an American singer, songwriter, guitarist, producer and musician.
He was born in Portland, moved to Bellingham, Washington when he was 18, and has operated at times from Seattle. When he was active, he was based in the American North Pacific Coast. He is the front man for the band the Honkies.
He is the owner of Red River Records and has toured as the opening act for the Counting Crows.The Counting Crows covered Kasey Anderson's song Like Teenage Gravity on their Underwater Sunshine album.
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[INTRO] (with harmonica)
Am C F x2
(hold the F an extra measure and walk back with root of G)
[Verse]
Am C
Sky the color of a match been struck
Am C
Sun just hangin' like the noose got stuck
Am C
And you can try to stare it back down
F G (walk base note back to Am and repeat throughout the song)
But you can't cover it up
Am C
Red dirt rising 'til it fills your lungs
Am C
Your hand's the bullet and your heart's the gun
Am C
And you learned how to turn your back on almost anything
F G
But you never learned to run
[Instrumental]
Am C F G
[Verse]
Am C
You've seen the ditches where the dead get left
Am C
And the hungry cats in the hollow chests
Am C
And you can pin your eyes shut, boy
F
But you can't get no rest
Am C
Hell, its just bones scattered in the dust
Am C
And it don't mean nothing to the TV trucks
Am C
'Til it's real American boys
F G
Spittin' up real American blood
Am C
In Charlie company, first thing you're taught
Am C
Is you ain't worth half of what you thought
Am C
And just like everything else I learned
F G
I couldn't shut it off
Am C
So I felt like nothing when I got back home
Am C
And my father saw me in my granddad's clothes
Am C
And said, "you inherit my blood, boy
F G
But your sins are all your own"
[Instrumental]
Am C F G
[Verse]
Am C
I don't sleep like I did before
Am C
I just wake up trembling on the bedroom floor
Am C
Always seven steps from the ghosts
F G
On the other side of that door
Am C
Wondering, what did I do to earn another day
Am C
'Cause I don't confess, sure as hell don't pray
Am C
I just defend, attack, withdraw
F G
And delay
Am C F
You know my face, I was a photograph
Am C F
On the front page, 'neath the headline war
Am C F
And I was numb back then, boy
Am C F
I ain't even numb no more
Am C F x2
(hold the F an extra measure and walk back with root of G)
[Verse]
Am C
Sky the color of a match been struck
Am C
Sun just hangin' like the noose got stuck
Am C
And you can try to stare it back down
F G (walk base note back to Am and repeat throughout the song)
But you can't cover it up
Am C
Red dirt rising 'til it fills your lungs
Am C
Your hand's the bullet and your heart's the gun
Am C
And you learned how to turn your back on almost anything
F G
But you never learned to run
[Instrumental]
Am C F G
[Verse]
Am C
You've seen the ditches where the dead get left
Am C
And the hungry cats in the hollow chests
Am C
And you can pin your eyes shut, boy
F
But you can't get no rest
Am C
Hell, its just bones scattered in the dust
Am C
And it don't mean nothing to the TV trucks
Am C
'Til it's real American boys
F G
Spittin' up real American blood
Am C
In Charlie company, first thing you're taught
Am C
Is you ain't worth half of what you thought
Am C
And just like everything else I learned
F G
I couldn't shut it off
Am C
So I felt like nothing when I got back home
Am C
And my father saw me in my granddad's clothes
Am C
And said, "you inherit my blood, boy
F G
But your sins are all your own"
[Instrumental]
Am C F G
[Verse]
Am C
I don't sleep like I did before
Am C
I just wake up trembling on the bedroom floor
Am C
Always seven steps from the ghosts
F G
On the other side of that door
Am C
Wondering, what did I do to earn another day
Am C
'Cause I don't confess, sure as hell don't pray
Am C
I just defend, attack, withdraw
F G
And delay
Am C F
You know my face, I was a photograph
Am C F
On the front page, 'neath the headline war
Am C F
And I was numb back then, boy
Am C F
I ain't even numb no more
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