Biografia:
Kyle Craft is a singer-songwriter who grew up in a tiny Louisiana town on the banks of the Mississippi, where he spent most of his time catching alligators and rattlesnakes instead of playing football or picking up the guitar. A self-described transient, Kyle Craft finally settled down in Portland, Oregon in 2015 after a three-year courtship with the Rose City. Touring through town led to frequent visits, couch surfing, and now full-time residency; and by all accounts, he's fully embraced his new home.
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Outras músicas:
- Balmorhea
- Before The Wall
- Belmont One Trick Pony
- Berlin
- Black Mary
- Bridge City Rose
- Chelsea Hotel
- Dolls Of Highland
- Exile Rag
- Eye Of A Hurricane
- Fake Magic Angel
- Fever Dream Girl
- Full Circle Nightmare
- Future Midcity Massacre
- Gloom Girl
- Gold Calf Moan
- Heartbreak Junky
- Jane Beat The Reaper
- Lady Of The Ark
- Pentecost
- Slick Delta Queen
- The Rager
- Three Candles
- Trinidad Beach Before I Ride
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!
[Intro]
G C7 G C7
G C7 G C7
[Verse 1]
G C7
Was she a trainwreck, was she a last drag?
G C7
Was she the little peace of mind you thought you once had?
G D
Was she the cure-all or just the disease?
C G
Was she the ransacked girl in big denim jeans?
C D
Maybe the money spent, maybe the bad nights,
G C
Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider bite,
G7 D
Maybe the head hung inside a toilet seat,
C7 G7
Maybe the vampire searching for someone to bleed.
[Bridge]
D
Hey, it's whatever she wants to be.
D
Hey, that's whatever she's gonna be
C D
Out there roaming the night,
C D D7
Yes, I'm the only boy she won't fight.
[Verse 2]
G C7
Was she the wedding dress drenched all in gasoline?
G C7
Was she the new-age jezebel dog treat?
G D
Was she the warhead or the firecracker?
C G
Was she death itself or whatever comes after?
C D
Maybe a sucker punch, maybe the common threat,
G C
Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a cigarette,
G7 D
Maybe the absolute, maybe the in-between,
C7 G7
Maybe a fortune teller with no one there to read.
[Bridge]
D
And she waits and she knows herself too well,
D
She stares at her hands but still can't tell
C D
When good luck comes around
C D D7
She packs up all her cards and jumps town.
[Verse 3]
G C7
Was she the trophy wife, was she the wanderer?
G C7
Was she the only spell in life that you've been under?
G D
Was she the broken string or the whole symphony?
C G
Maybe the upright, perfectly out of key,
C D
Maybe a tar pit filled up with ancient bone,
G C
Maybe the footsteps you hear when you're home alone,
G7 D
Maybe the prize bird losing its feathers,
C7 G7
Maybe the glue that just won't hold your shit together.
[Guitar solo]
G C7 G C7
G C7 G C7
A B C D
[Outro]
G C7
Was she the blood moon that means disaster?
G C7
Maybe she's nothing close to what you think you're after.
G D
When all at once, man, you wake and come to
C G
You know exactly what it is that she was to you.
G C7 G C7
G C7 G C7
[Verse 1]
G C7
Was she a trainwreck, was she a last drag?
G C7
Was she the little peace of mind you thought you once had?
G D
Was she the cure-all or just the disease?
C G
Was she the ransacked girl in big denim jeans?
C D
Maybe the money spent, maybe the bad nights,
G C
Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider bite,
G7 D
Maybe the head hung inside a toilet seat,
C7 G7
Maybe the vampire searching for someone to bleed.
[Bridge]
D
Hey, it's whatever she wants to be.
D
Hey, that's whatever she's gonna be
C D
Out there roaming the night,
C D D7
Yes, I'm the only boy she won't fight.
[Verse 2]
G C7
Was she the wedding dress drenched all in gasoline?
G C7
Was she the new-age jezebel dog treat?
G D
Was she the warhead or the firecracker?
C G
Was she death itself or whatever comes after?
C D
Maybe a sucker punch, maybe the common threat,
G C
Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a cigarette,
G7 D
Maybe the absolute, maybe the in-between,
C7 G7
Maybe a fortune teller with no one there to read.
[Bridge]
D
And she waits and she knows herself too well,
D
She stares at her hands but still can't tell
C D
When good luck comes around
C D D7
She packs up all her cards and jumps town.
[Verse 3]
G C7
Was she the trophy wife, was she the wanderer?
G C7
Was she the only spell in life that you've been under?
G D
Was she the broken string or the whole symphony?
C G
Maybe the upright, perfectly out of key,
C D
Maybe a tar pit filled up with ancient bone,
G C
Maybe the footsteps you hear when you're home alone,
G7 D
Maybe the prize bird losing its feathers,
C7 G7
Maybe the glue that just won't hold your shit together.
[Guitar solo]
G C7 G C7
G C7 G C7
A B C D
[Outro]
G C7
Was she the blood moon that means disaster?
G C7
Maybe she's nothing close to what you think you're after.
G D
When all at once, man, you wake and come to
C G
You know exactly what it is that she was to you.
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