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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Intro: C G
C
Well I'm going through the motions
F
Seems it happens every night of every week
Well it's an ever running cycle
C
And the chance of breakin out of it seems weak
G
Well my mind becomes a freight train
F C
And it never lets me get no decent sleep
C F
Well my head starts a worrying about all the little things I cannot change
And my heart it starts a pounding
C
Messing up the way the blood goes through my veins
G
I never dream of nothin pleasant
F C
I'm always lost or gettin booed off of the stage
F
Well the west coast was a desert
C
And New York City black
G
So I spent some time in Carolina
C
Make my money back
F C
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
G C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
C
Well there's this busy little corner
F
Half a mile down the road from where I live
Where all these beautiful women
C
Work the sidewalk for a little take and give
G
Oh it's like an escalator walkway
F C
I just mind my own business, make sure my money's hid
C
Well I got this friend, he takes his money down there every day
F
When he gets off from work
He asks for Georgia cuz she's special,
C
She reminds him he's a man he has worth
G
Oh but I don't judge him cuz he's honest
F C
Which is more'n I can say I've been since birth
F
Well the west coast was a desert
C
And New York City black
G
So I spent some time in Carolina
C
Make my money back
F C
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
G C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
F C
So if you're led into a wasteland or made to stumble through the dark
G C7
You leave the cartoon color legacy or a common watermark
F C
We always back the underdog because he's the only one we trust
G C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for us
C
Well I'm going through the motions
F
Seems it happens every night of every week
Well it's an ever running cycle
C
And the chance of breakin out of it seems weak
G
Well my mind becomes a freight train
F C
And it never lets me get no decent sleep
C F
Well my head starts a worrying about all the little things I cannot change
And my heart it starts a pounding
C
Messing up the way the blood goes through my veins
G
I never dream of nothin pleasant
F C
I'm always lost or gettin booed off of the stage
F
Well the west coast was a desert
C
And New York City black
G
So I spent some time in Carolina
C
Make my money back
F C
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
G C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
C
Well there's this busy little corner
F
Half a mile down the road from where I live
Where all these beautiful women
C
Work the sidewalk for a little take and give
G
Oh it's like an escalator walkway
F C
I just mind my own business, make sure my money's hid
C
Well I got this friend, he takes his money down there every day
F
When he gets off from work
He asks for Georgia cuz she's special,
C
She reminds him he's a man he has worth
G
Oh but I don't judge him cuz he's honest
F C
Which is more'n I can say I've been since birth
F
Well the west coast was a desert
C
And New York City black
G
So I spent some time in Carolina
C
Make my money back
F C
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
G C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
F C
So if you're led into a wasteland or made to stumble through the dark
G C7
You leave the cartoon color legacy or a common watermark
F C
We always back the underdog because he's the only one we trust
G C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for us
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