Biografia:
The Taxpayers originated in 2007 in Portland, Oregon. Originally a three-piece guitar/bass/drum combination, the band incorporates accordion, horns, piano, harmonica, and other instruments during recording sessions. Currently they perform live with a range from three to eight members.
They strongly support the DIY punk ethic, booking their own shows, printing their own merchandise, printing CDs from scrap material, and hand-written notes and other gifts included with each CD.
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Outras músicas:
- Hungry Dog In The Street
- I Love You Like An Alcoholic
- Medicines
- A Matter Of Simple Deduction
- And The Damn Thing Bit Him
- Bike Cops
- Drinking With Mickey Mantle
- Everybody Does A Little Cocksucking
- Everything Is Awful
- Fuck America
- It Gets Worse Every Minute
- Louisiana Hot Sauce Rainy Nights
- Montana
- Needles Eye
- No Lodging For The Mad
- Plant Oak
- Some Rotten Man
- The Windows Break
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]
A
I was walking alone in an unfamiliar town
C
when the buildings started to shiver and shake.
Eb
Shimmering rain came down in sheets
D
and then glittered like glass on the empty streets.
A
I could see your face in the wind
C
I could hear the orchestral storm begin to sing:
Eb
“It's the end, it's the goddamn end!
D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!”
[Chorus]
A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
C
It's a matter of complete control.
Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
[Verse]
A
So there I was, right? Stuck in the street.
C
Not a soul for miles, on my own two feet.
Eb
Glittering glass, piles of trash,
D
stuttering into the wind, wind, wind.
A
I could see your face in the air,
C
I could taste your skin on my lips.
Eb
But this is the end, this is the end!
D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!
[Chorus]
A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
C
It's a matter of complete control.
Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
[Instrumental]
A C Eb D (x2)
End on A
A
I was walking alone in an unfamiliar town
C
when the buildings started to shiver and shake.
Eb
Shimmering rain came down in sheets
D
and then glittered like glass on the empty streets.
A
I could see your face in the wind
C
I could hear the orchestral storm begin to sing:
Eb
“It's the end, it's the goddamn end!
D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!”
[Chorus]
A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
C
It's a matter of complete control.
Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
[Verse]
A
So there I was, right? Stuck in the street.
C
Not a soul for miles, on my own two feet.
Eb
Glittering glass, piles of trash,
D
stuttering into the wind, wind, wind.
A
I could see your face in the air,
C
I could taste your skin on my lips.
Eb
But this is the end, this is the end!
D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!
[Chorus]
A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
C
It's a matter of complete control.
Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
[Instrumental]
A C Eb D (x2)
End on A
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