Biografia:
The Black Crowes é uma banda de rock norte-americana de Atlanta, Georgia. O grupo começou em 1985 e vendeu até hoje mais de 15 milhões de álbuns. A banda ocupa a posição #92 na lista dos 100 Maiores Artistas de Hard Rock da VH1.
A banda é uma das mais eficazes máquinas no campo das guitarrices e psicodelias em geral. O grupo mostra nos seis discos lançados e ao vivo que é muito mais do que uma cópia de The Rolling Stones ou The Faces - a quem são freqüentemente associados.
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Outras músicas:
- A Conspiracy
- Appaloosa
- Cold Boy Smile
- Conspiracy
- Descending
- Drivin Wheel
- Fork In The River
- Girl From A Pawnshop
- Good Friday
- Goodbye Daughters Of The Revolution
- Greenhorn
- Hard To Handle
- Heavy
- If It Ever Stops Raining
- Jealous Again
- Locust Street
- Losing My Mind
- My Hearts Killing Me
- Oh Josephine
- Oh Sweet Nuthin
- Remedy
- Roll Old Jeremiah
- Saddle My Pony
- Seeing Things
- She
- She Gave Good Sunflower
- She Talks To Angels
- Sister Luck
- Smile
- Sometimes Salvation
- Soul Singing
- Space Captain
- Sting Me
- Theres Gold In Them Hills
- Tornado
- Twice As Hard
- Wiser Time
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!
[Verse]
G
If you feel like a riot, then don't you deny it
F C G
Put your good foot forward
G
No need for heroics I just want you to show it
F C G
Now's the time to shine
G
Your independence is a half ass deliverance
F C G
The train has left the station
G
The recognition of the same old condition
F C G
Your symptoms showing through
F C G
Well regardless of the truth
F C G
You still act so aloof
F C G
In the face of your judge & jury
F C G
You nave the nerve to say not guilty
[Chorus]
Bb F
But can you sting me
Bb F
Can you sting me
F G F G
Right to my rotten bones
[Verse]
G
Well the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
F C G
By courtesy of your mother
G
The signs reads welcome to the valley of discovery
F C G
Look at what money can buy
G
Sons & daughters better open your eyes
F C G
Tell me what you're seeing
G
This submission is a tired tradition
F C G
It's everyone's sacrifice
F C G
Well believe you me
F C G
I've got nothing up my sleeve
F C G
Except a heart and a chip on my shoulder
F C G
Yes I'm young and don't like getting older
[Chorus]
Bb F
Yeah but can you sting me
Bb F
Can you sting me
F G
Right to my rotten bones
[Verse]
F C G
Come on my sweet little thing
F C G
What new things can you show me today
F C
I got one question
G
I believe it's subjective
F C G
What is a wasp without her sting?
[Outro]
F C G
I don't want to sound bitter
F C G
Yeah you touch me just like murder
F C G
Living ain't so easy
F C G
When all I want from you is to sting me
Bb
Can you sting me
G
If you feel like a riot, then don't you deny it
F C G
Put your good foot forward
G
No need for heroics I just want you to show it
F C G
Now's the time to shine
G
Your independence is a half ass deliverance
F C G
The train has left the station
G
The recognition of the same old condition
F C G
Your symptoms showing through
F C G
Well regardless of the truth
F C G
You still act so aloof
F C G
In the face of your judge & jury
F C G
You nave the nerve to say not guilty
[Chorus]
Bb F
But can you sting me
Bb F
Can you sting me
F G F G
Right to my rotten bones
[Verse]
G
Well the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
F C G
By courtesy of your mother
G
The signs reads welcome to the valley of discovery
F C G
Look at what money can buy
G
Sons & daughters better open your eyes
F C G
Tell me what you're seeing
G
This submission is a tired tradition
F C G
It's everyone's sacrifice
F C G
Well believe you me
F C G
I've got nothing up my sleeve
F C G
Except a heart and a chip on my shoulder
F C G
Yes I'm young and don't like getting older
[Chorus]
Bb F
Yeah but can you sting me
Bb F
Can you sting me
F G
Right to my rotten bones
[Verse]
F C G
Come on my sweet little thing
F C G
What new things can you show me today
F C
I got one question
G
I believe it's subjective
F C G
What is a wasp without her sting?
[Outro]
F C G
I don't want to sound bitter
F C G
Yeah you touch me just like murder
F C G
Living ain't so easy
F C G
When all I want from you is to sting me
Bb
Can you sting me
The Black Maria
The Black Pony
The Black Rabbit (...)
The Black Ryder
The Black Seeds