Biografia:
Os Rumjacks formado espontaneamente quando músicos de várias bandas se reuniram em Sydney final de 2008 e desde a sua criação.. Eles têm dois EPs disponíveis, 'Hung, Drawn & Portered' e o mais recente ' ‘Sound As A Pound ", que ambos têm sido também lançado no Japão e nos EUA para aclamação da crítica.
Sua unidade consistente e energia marcou los festival shows e faixas de apoio com os atos no exterior, como bandas punk lendários Gogol Bordello
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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!
[Intro:]Dm C Dm Bb C Dm C Bb C Dm
[Verse 1:]
Dm C Dm
I’d bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss,
Dm Bb C
Tho they say the coin that can’t be found’s the coin that can’t be lost,
Dm C
If you’d spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold,
Bb C Dm
I’ll regale you with the greatest story never told.
[Verse 2:]
Dm C Dm
You’ll catch us in the 5 a.m. parade o’ the living dead,
Dm Bb C
Long before the sun has taken up its post above yer head,
Dm C
All ordinary heroes, sweatin’ is our trade,
Bb C Dm
The type that never get to see the money that we’ve made.
[Chorus:]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye theres no pockets in a shroud!
[Verse 3:]
Dm C Dm
I’ve the perfect medicine to help restore yer sight,
Dm Bb C
Kick off yer heels & corporate deals m’darlin we’re alright,
Dm C
And loosen that white collar man and come pull up a seat,
Bb C Dm
Among the dirty, filthy, stinkin’ richest folk you’d ever meet,
[Chorus:]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Instrumental]
Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm
[Verse 4]
Dm C Dm
My teacher Bobby Mitchell, used to flog me through the years,
Dm Bb
How I swore I’d take that leather strap and wrap it ‘round his ears,
Dm C
‘Til I saw him walkin’ with a cane, it chilled me to the bone,
Bb C Dm
He got the drinks and then methinks I got him safely home.
[Chorus]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Coda]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Instrumental]
Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm
[Chorus]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Verse 1:]
Dm C Dm
I’d bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss,
Dm Bb C
Tho they say the coin that can’t be found’s the coin that can’t be lost,
Dm C
If you’d spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold,
Bb C Dm
I’ll regale you with the greatest story never told.
[Verse 2:]
Dm C Dm
You’ll catch us in the 5 a.m. parade o’ the living dead,
Dm Bb C
Long before the sun has taken up its post above yer head,
Dm C
All ordinary heroes, sweatin’ is our trade,
Bb C Dm
The type that never get to see the money that we’ve made.
[Chorus:]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye theres no pockets in a shroud!
[Verse 3:]
Dm C Dm
I’ve the perfect medicine to help restore yer sight,
Dm Bb C
Kick off yer heels & corporate deals m’darlin we’re alright,
Dm C
And loosen that white collar man and come pull up a seat,
Bb C Dm
Among the dirty, filthy, stinkin’ richest folk you’d ever meet,
[Chorus:]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Instrumental]
Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm
[Verse 4]
Dm C Dm
My teacher Bobby Mitchell, used to flog me through the years,
Dm Bb
How I swore I’d take that leather strap and wrap it ‘round his ears,
Dm C
‘Til I saw him walkin’ with a cane, it chilled me to the bone,
Bb C Dm
He got the drinks and then methinks I got him safely home.
[Chorus]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Coda]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Instrumental]
Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C Dm
[Chorus]
Dm C
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm Bb C
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
Dm C
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
Bb C Dm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
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