Biografia:
Michael Trent currently functions as the front man and primary songwriter for rock band The Films. He is also 50 percent of the alt gospel/goth country duo Shovels and Rope, and maintains still enough material to have recorded two solo albums.
He bears the pop sensibility of the 60's British invasion, the sardonic wit of Elvis Costello, emotional poigniancy of Elliot Smith, and the Townes Van Zant- like turn of phrase. His lyrics are clever and biting, but can, in very few words, shatter the listeners heart
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"Bad Luck"
by Michael Trent
'The Winner'
Am E
Am
You're nuthin but a big mouth
Such a tough talker from the deep south
E
I'm a sore loser I'm a sure doubt
Am
You wanna come closer well come on and find out
Am
I try to pay attention try to speak clear
I'll never tell you what you wanna hear
E
And if you don't like it you could cover your ears
Am
But I got the pedal to the floor and I forgot just how to steer
F D7
You better back up, I'll show you bad luck
C G
Ooo ya got me shakin' in my boots like I was seventeen
Am
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
F
I come up on ya like you a hit of methamphetamine
G
Watch your eyes roll back in your head
C G
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back
Am
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black
F G Am
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back at you
Am E
Am
You've got dirty pictures in your black book
You've got dead bodies in your back brook
E
You've got a bad luck flag hangin' on a hook
Am
Right in front of your house where all your neighbors have to look
Am
So I climb to the top of the escalator
With my ten dirty fingers push the hell out of the faders
E
Because my reckless behavior's been my solitary savior
Am
So it's better that I give it to you now instead of later
F D7
You better back up, I'll show you bad luck
C G
Ooo ya got me shakin' in my boots like I was seventeen
Am
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
F
I come up on ya like you a hit of methamphetamine
G
Watch your eyes roll back in your head
C G
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back
Am
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black
F G
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back
Am D7
Bapadada... Bopbopbadada
Am E Am
Am E Am
F D7
You better back up, I'll show you bad luck
C G
Ooo ya got me shakin' in my boots like I was seventeen
Am
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
F
I come up on ya like you a hit of methamphetamine
G
Watch your eyes roll back in your head
C G
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back
Am
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black
F G
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back
F G
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back
F G Am E Am
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back at you
by Michael Trent
'The Winner'
Am E
Am
You're nuthin but a big mouth
Such a tough talker from the deep south
E
I'm a sore loser I'm a sure doubt
Am
You wanna come closer well come on and find out
Am
I try to pay attention try to speak clear
I'll never tell you what you wanna hear
E
And if you don't like it you could cover your ears
Am
But I got the pedal to the floor and I forgot just how to steer
F D7
You better back up, I'll show you bad luck
C G
Ooo ya got me shakin' in my boots like I was seventeen
Am
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
F
I come up on ya like you a hit of methamphetamine
G
Watch your eyes roll back in your head
C G
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back
Am
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black
F G Am
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back at you
Am E
Am
You've got dirty pictures in your black book
You've got dead bodies in your back brook
E
You've got a bad luck flag hangin' on a hook
Am
Right in front of your house where all your neighbors have to look
Am
So I climb to the top of the escalator
With my ten dirty fingers push the hell out of the faders
E
Because my reckless behavior's been my solitary savior
Am
So it's better that I give it to you now instead of later
F D7
You better back up, I'll show you bad luck
C G
Ooo ya got me shakin' in my boots like I was seventeen
Am
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
F
I come up on ya like you a hit of methamphetamine
G
Watch your eyes roll back in your head
C G
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back
Am
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black
F G
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back
Am D7
Bapadada... Bopbopbadada
Am E Am
Am E Am
F D7
You better back up, I'll show you bad luck
C G
Ooo ya got me shakin' in my boots like I was seventeen
Am
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
F
I come up on ya like you a hit of methamphetamine
G
Watch your eyes roll back in your head
C G
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back
Am
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black
F G
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back
F G
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back
F G Am E Am
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back at you
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