Biografia:
The Park Bench Rant is an Indie rock solo project of Jon Caswell from Sarasota, Florida. The band was created in 2000 by Caswell. In early 2006 Caswell began using his current moniker "spinnaker" however the project remains virtually unchanged.
2 EPS were released. Ships e.p. 2004 & Strange Nights e.p. 2005
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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!
Spinnaker (The Park Bench Rant)
Wedding Ring
Capo on the first fret
Tabbed by Zack Richardson
Intro- C
C
I sat next to a man on a park bench next to a hotdog stand he said,
G
catch the dragon’s tail if you can. it’s a rush man!
C G
it’s a bad plan but if you get your fix maybe the fifth or sixth time
it’s a life it’s a lie.
C
I said I’m through with coke he said you want some dope?
G
I choked and said I meant the drink man, what did you think man?
C
and we sat on your front steps I killed a bug with a cigarette
G
and you told about your first hit and I felt bad, I felt bad.
C
I said this one needs a chorus, maybe a sludgy number with some minor chords
G C G
that they can tap their toes to, and not get bored because it rhymes.
C
then I gave this ring to you in hopes that we’d stay gold till we grow old
G
abby lee come away with me.
C
lets get lost and maybe be happy someday have a house
G
with trees on a lane so shady I know it’s sappy
C
and I got up and went for a walk got down the block
G
got stung by a wasp she was mid-fifties
C G
white anglo-saxon square they’re not going anywhere.
C
got into a fist and cuff with my boss. I lost. he was pretty tough
G
so I left and dropped my smoke. felt like a joke, felt like a joke
C
and I stumbled down my street on two broken feet past the bank
G
who I forgot to thank for their correspondence found out I was broke.
C
in fact worst then broke they can pinch and poke and push the yoke
G
while the rich man laughs oh what a gas oh what a funny fucked up joke
C
and I passed a black man with a blank stare we share the same air doesn’t
seem fair
G
that the poor get no healthcare while the rich and bald can buy new hair,
C G
its fucked!
C
no mister I don’t mean to stare at your brand new car no you don’t care
G
we can go to war, or if your wife’s a whore. fuck the poor! you snooze, your
sore!
C
all they do is snore that’s why I lock my front door and if something’s lost
you just
G C
call the cops, call the cops while people just want jobs where they don’t
get robbed
G
who do we call, when you get robbed.
C
who really scores all the dirty drugs is it the rich or thugs? I can tell
you that it
G C
aint the poor. mister keep your stocks and shares, corner offices and
executive chairs
G
I broke my last red cent for my woman’s love
C G
and mister I can’t pay the rent this month, no mister I can’t pay the rent
this month
C G
C
Wedding Ring
Capo on the first fret
Tabbed by Zack Richardson
Intro- C
C
I sat next to a man on a park bench next to a hotdog stand he said,
G
catch the dragon’s tail if you can. it’s a rush man!
C G
it’s a bad plan but if you get your fix maybe the fifth or sixth time
it’s a life it’s a lie.
C
I said I’m through with coke he said you want some dope?
G
I choked and said I meant the drink man, what did you think man?
C
and we sat on your front steps I killed a bug with a cigarette
G
and you told about your first hit and I felt bad, I felt bad.
C
I said this one needs a chorus, maybe a sludgy number with some minor chords
G C G
that they can tap their toes to, and not get bored because it rhymes.
C
then I gave this ring to you in hopes that we’d stay gold till we grow old
G
abby lee come away with me.
C
lets get lost and maybe be happy someday have a house
G
with trees on a lane so shady I know it’s sappy
C
and I got up and went for a walk got down the block
G
got stung by a wasp she was mid-fifties
C G
white anglo-saxon square they’re not going anywhere.
C
got into a fist and cuff with my boss. I lost. he was pretty tough
G
so I left and dropped my smoke. felt like a joke, felt like a joke
C
and I stumbled down my street on two broken feet past the bank
G
who I forgot to thank for their correspondence found out I was broke.
C
in fact worst then broke they can pinch and poke and push the yoke
G
while the rich man laughs oh what a gas oh what a funny fucked up joke
C
and I passed a black man with a blank stare we share the same air doesn’t
seem fair
G
that the poor get no healthcare while the rich and bald can buy new hair,
C G
its fucked!
C
no mister I don’t mean to stare at your brand new car no you don’t care
G
we can go to war, or if your wife’s a whore. fuck the poor! you snooze, your
sore!
C
all they do is snore that’s why I lock my front door and if something’s lost
you just
G C
call the cops, call the cops while people just want jobs where they don’t
get robbed
G
who do we call, when you get robbed.
C
who really scores all the dirty drugs is it the rich or thugs? I can tell
you that it
G C
aint the poor. mister keep your stocks and shares, corner offices and
executive chairs
G
I broke my last red cent for my woman’s love
C G
and mister I can’t pay the rent this month, no mister I can’t pay the rent
this month
C G
C
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