Biografia:
2006-presente
The Cog is Dead es una banda steampunk proveniente de DeLand, Florida,
Ellos se consideran principalmente una banda de rock, sin embargo oscilan entre los sonidos de la música Folk Rusa, Rock n' Roll, Ragtime, Punk Rock, Reggae, scores y steampunk.
The Cog is Dead se formó a finales de 2006 por John Mondelli. Se decidieron por el nombre de "The Cog is Dead" ("El diente está muerto" en español) después de leer esas palabras al azar a partir de una página del Top Stoppard "The Real Thing".
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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!
A Letter to Michelle
Well, the time has come for the final story of the evening. Let's listen in as inventor
Thomas Livingston prepares to set sail for adventure in a brand new flying machine!
Intro: C E Am F |x2
Verse:
C F
It was spring of 1890
Am G
Thomas Livingston had built a new machine
C F
And he planned to see the world
Am G
Flying everywhere to places yet unseen
Am
When the day to set sail finally arrived
F
He hugged his son and he kissed his wife
C G
And set off on the journey through the sky
Am
And the first few months went just as planned
F
They were leaving Rome for Amsterdam
C G
When a pirate vessel caught them by surprise
Pre-Chorus:
Am
Well, panic broke out
E
On that ship
F C
Cannons fired and bullets ripped
Am
Though Thomas stood firm
E
In the fight,
F G
He feared he'd have to write:
Chorus:
C E
"Dear Michelle, I won't be coming home
Am
I'm drifting out across the clouds
F
Into the great unknown
C E
"There's no way I'll ever make it back
Am
It's vast out here, and I have veered
F
So very far off track
"Please look after Jim
And take good care of him
Oh, Michelle, I know you will raise him well
"I wish I could return
But now you'll have to learn
To carry on when your family man is gone"
As the pirates waged their war
Thomas tried to fight and counter their attacks
But the fiends had them outnumbered
And a gunman shot his first mate in the back
Well they picked off his men, one by one
There was nothing they could do, and there was nowhere to run
And it wouldn't be long 'til the scoundrels shot them all
Then with one final blast that shook the ship
Thomas Livingston's vessel took a critical hit
And down his mighty craft began to fall
And Thomas then thought of his miss
He couldn't let her know he went down like this
He wrote a letter to Michelle,
As down his airship fell:
"Dear Michelle, I won't be coming home
I'm drifting out across the clouds
Into the great unknown
"There's no way I'll ever make it back
It's vast out here, and I have veered
So very far off track
"Please look after Jim
And take good care of him
Oh Michelle, I know you will raise him well
"I wish I could return
But now you'll have to learn
To carry on when your family man is gone
"Please look after Jim
And take good care of him
Oh Michelle, I know you will raise him well
"I wish I could return
But now you'll have to learn
To carry on when your family man is gone"
Well, the time has come for the final story of the evening. Let's listen in as inventor
Thomas Livingston prepares to set sail for adventure in a brand new flying machine!
Intro: C E Am F |x2
Verse:
C F
It was spring of 1890
Am G
Thomas Livingston had built a new machine
C F
And he planned to see the world
Am G
Flying everywhere to places yet unseen
Am
When the day to set sail finally arrived
F
He hugged his son and he kissed his wife
C G
And set off on the journey through the sky
Am
And the first few months went just as planned
F
They were leaving Rome for Amsterdam
C G
When a pirate vessel caught them by surprise
Pre-Chorus:
Am
Well, panic broke out
E
On that ship
F C
Cannons fired and bullets ripped
Am
Though Thomas stood firm
E
In the fight,
F G
He feared he'd have to write:
Chorus:
C E
"Dear Michelle, I won't be coming home
Am
I'm drifting out across the clouds
F
Into the great unknown
C E
"There's no way I'll ever make it back
Am
It's vast out here, and I have veered
F
So very far off track
"Please look after Jim
And take good care of him
Oh, Michelle, I know you will raise him well
"I wish I could return
But now you'll have to learn
To carry on when your family man is gone"
As the pirates waged their war
Thomas tried to fight and counter their attacks
But the fiends had them outnumbered
And a gunman shot his first mate in the back
Well they picked off his men, one by one
There was nothing they could do, and there was nowhere to run
And it wouldn't be long 'til the scoundrels shot them all
Then with one final blast that shook the ship
Thomas Livingston's vessel took a critical hit
And down his mighty craft began to fall
And Thomas then thought of his miss
He couldn't let her know he went down like this
He wrote a letter to Michelle,
As down his airship fell:
"Dear Michelle, I won't be coming home
I'm drifting out across the clouds
Into the great unknown
"There's no way I'll ever make it back
It's vast out here, and I have veered
So very far off track
"Please look after Jim
And take good care of him
Oh Michelle, I know you will raise him well
"I wish I could return
But now you'll have to learn
To carry on when your family man is gone
"Please look after Jim
And take good care of him
Oh Michelle, I know you will raise him well
"I wish I could return
But now you'll have to learn
To carry on when your family man is gone"
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