Biografia:
Formado em 1992, Modesto, Califórnia, EUA.
O Grandaddy não escapa dos rótulos constantemente chamados de "lo-fi" ou "alternative country"pelo fato de virem da "California esquecida".A verdade é que a banda bebe de muitas fontes, juntando a caipirice do Whiskeytown com os experimentalismos do Flaming Lips, sem descartar a insanidade garageira de Pixies e Mudhoney em muitas faixas. Isso fica bem claro ao ouvir os discos da banda, onde o Grandaddy passeia por estilos variados sem nunca deixar de imprimir sua marca.
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Outras músicas:
- Fuck The Valley Fudge
- He's Simple, He's Dumb, He's The Pilot
- Jed's Other Poems/beautiful Ground
- Why Would I Want To Die
- A Lost Machine
- Alan Parsons In A Winter Wonderland
- Am 180
- At My Post
- Bison On The Plains
- Broken Household Appliance National Forest
- Brush With The Wild
- Cinderland
- Collective Dreamwish Of Upper Class Elegance
- Crystal Lake
- Disconnecty
- Egg Hit And Jack Too
- Ein Farfar I Livet
- El Caminos In The West
- Evermore
- Fare Thee Not Well Mutineer
- Final Push To The Sum
- For The Dishwasher
- Gentle Spike Resort
- Gettin Jipped
- Go In The Go For It
- Goodbye
- Group Who Couldnt Say
- Hes Simple Hes Dumb Hes The Pilot
- Hewletts Daughter
- I Dont Wanna Live Here Anymore
- Im On Standby
- Jed The Humanoid
- Jeds Other Poem Beautiful Ground
- Jeez Louise
- Laughing Stock
- Lfo
- Lost On Yer Merry Way
- Miner At The Dial
- My Small Love
- Nature Anthem
- Now Its On
- Ok With My Decay
- Pull The Curtains
- Rear View Mirror
- Saddest Vacant Lot In All The World
- Sarah 5646766
- Skateboarding Saves Me Twice
- So Youll Aim Toward The Sky
- Stray Dog And The Chocolate Shake
- Taster
- Thats What You Get For Gettin Outta Bed
- The Boat Is In The Barn
- The Crystal Lake Live Acoustic
- The Group Who Couldnt Say
- The Town Where Im Livin Now
- The Warming Sun
- This Is The Part
- Underneath The Weeping Willow Acoustic
- Way We Wont
- Where Im Anymore
- Why Took Your Advice
- Wonder Why In La
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 I::
A D A
go home mom and go home to your cop
D E
you made us all feel weird you should just stop
A D A
as soon as he takes off you appear
D E
with your one-year old and half-can of flat beer
::Chorus I::
D E
you bought into the thought
that believin' in
A F#m
somethin' is a lot of shit
D
well that's unfortunate
E A A/Gs
i guess you're gettin' jipped
D E
you bought into the lie
that the truth don't
A F#m
apply to you and never did
D
well that's unfortunate
E A
i guess you're gettin' jipped
::Solo::
1|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
2|--------------------------------------------9-------7--------------------
3|--------9---------9-------------7------9h11-----7h9----9--7--6--4--6-----
4|--9h11------9h11-----11--9--7--------------------------------------------
5|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
6|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
1|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
2|-------------------------------------------7h9--10---7h9--10--9-7--------
3|-------9--------9-------------8----8/14----------------------------9-7-6-
4|--9h11-----9h11----11--9--7----------------------------------------------
5|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
6|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
1|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
2|---------------5--------7h9--10---7h9--10--9-7-----9--10-----------------|
3|--6-6-6-(6)p4-----6-----------------------------9------------------------|
4|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
5|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
6|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
::Verse II::
(same as ::Verse I::)
well i got skipoles and i'm on my horse
and you on pills, all weird wearin' gym shorts
and my horse and i are gonna find your man
and let him know he's gotta a fuckin' freak on his hands
::Chorus II::
(same as ::Chorus I:: except...)
...on last "i guess you're gettin jipped", play:
E A
i guess you're gettin jipped
E A
i guess you're gettin jipped
E A
i guess you're gettin jipped
E F#m D A
i guess you're gettin jipped
A D A
go home mom and go home to your cop
D E
you made us all feel weird you should just stop
A D A
as soon as he takes off you appear
D E
with your one-year old and half-can of flat beer
::Chorus I::
D E
you bought into the thought
that believin' in
A F#m
somethin' is a lot of shit
D
well that's unfortunate
E A A/Gs
i guess you're gettin' jipped
D E
you bought into the lie
that the truth don't
A F#m
apply to you and never did
D
well that's unfortunate
E A
i guess you're gettin' jipped
::Solo::
1|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
2|--------------------------------------------9-------7--------------------
3|--------9---------9-------------7------9h11-----7h9----9--7--6--4--6-----
4|--9h11------9h11-----11--9--7--------------------------------------------
5|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
6|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
1|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
2|-------------------------------------------7h9--10---7h9--10--9-7--------
3|-------9--------9-------------8----8/14----------------------------9-7-6-
4|--9h11-----9h11----11--9--7----------------------------------------------
5|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
6|-------------------------------------------------------------------------
1|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
2|---------------5--------7h9--10---7h9--10--9-7-----9--10-----------------|
3|--6-6-6-(6)p4-----6-----------------------------9------------------------|
4|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
5|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
6|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
::Verse II::
(same as ::Verse I::)
well i got skipoles and i'm on my horse
and you on pills, all weird wearin' gym shorts
and my horse and i are gonna find your man
and let him know he's gotta a fuckin' freak on his hands
::Chorus II::
(same as ::Chorus I:: except...)
...on last "i guess you're gettin jipped", play:
E A
i guess you're gettin jipped
E A
i guess you're gettin jipped
E A
i guess you're gettin jipped
E F#m D A
i guess you're gettin jipped
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