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!
Blood, Sweat And Tears
Verse:
Am E
Some time ago in the city run solely on steam
E Am
The power plant workers would rise and stick to routine
Dm Am
Breakin' their backs 'til their work shirts were dirty and brown
E Am
As year after year, they'd work for the good of the town
Am E
As parts would get old, these men would make the repairs
E Am
Changing out axles and belts with meticulous care
Dm Am
Working their hands to the bone and slaving away
E E
They'd press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say,
Chorus:
Dm
"With our blood, sweat, and tears
Am
And the grinding of gears
E Am
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!
Dm
"Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
Am
And the passing of years
E Am
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!"
One afternoon Frederick Worthington clocked into work
He went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked
He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen
The pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue
And suddenly one of the tanks had to give, and it blew
Frederick was knocked back into an assortment of gears
And there in an instant he came to an end with his GREATEST FEAR!
And with blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
This disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
In his premature years
Frederick met his unfortunate, wholly untimely demise
So with blood, sweat, and tears
We must face what we fear
And although it's tragic, and everyone's sad that he's gone
With our blood, sweat, and tears
We return to our gears
This city still needs us to work, so we must carry on
With our blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
And the passing of years
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!
Verse:
Am E
Some time ago in the city run solely on steam
E Am
The power plant workers would rise and stick to routine
Dm Am
Breakin' their backs 'til their work shirts were dirty and brown
E Am
As year after year, they'd work for the good of the town
Am E
As parts would get old, these men would make the repairs
E Am
Changing out axles and belts with meticulous care
Dm Am
Working their hands to the bone and slaving away
E E
They'd press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say,
Chorus:
Dm
"With our blood, sweat, and tears
Am
And the grinding of gears
E Am
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!
Dm
"Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
Am
And the passing of years
E Am
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!"
One afternoon Frederick Worthington clocked into work
He went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked
He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen
The pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue
And suddenly one of the tanks had to give, and it blew
Frederick was knocked back into an assortment of gears
And there in an instant he came to an end with his GREATEST FEAR!
And with blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
This disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
In his premature years
Frederick met his unfortunate, wholly untimely demise
So with blood, sweat, and tears
We must face what we fear
And although it's tragic, and everyone's sad that he's gone
With our blood, sweat, and tears
We return to our gears
This city still needs us to work, so we must carry on
With our blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
And the passing of years
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!
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