Biografia:
Crooked Fingers is an American alt-folk band based in North Carolina and led by former Archers of Loaf lead singer Eric Bachmann. The rotation of band members has included such musicians as Lara Meyerratken, R.L. Martin, Jo Jameson, Barton Carroll and Dov Friedman.
In 1998, following the breakup of Archers of Loaf, Bachmann started work on a solo project that he named Crooked Fingers. The first outcome of this project, a self-titled release of various songs he had written, was released by WARM in 2000.
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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!
New Drink For An Old Drunk
By Crooked Fingers
http://www.crookedfingers.com/flash/index.htm
great song....this doesn't do it any justice!!!!
E
Would you try
E
Could you buy
A
a new drink
B
for an old drunk
Its no crime
To resign
Misery
with a bottle
A B E E
well you walked into town without making a sound
and you slipped as you slammed your face in the crowd
and you tried to forget all the words that were said
to deny all the things that you keep in your head
E
when you came
E
you were new
A
but today
B
youre much older
you were spent
so you went
to get used
in the corner
A B E E
where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown
and it echoed through town they were beating you down
and as they spread the word that you like dhow it hurt
all at once you were cause for a pitiable cure
CHORUS
E E
Hours pass by I've forgotten
A B
Night turns black cause its rotten
And we slide right to the bottom
Our tongues made out of cotton
Eyes sealed shut in a slumber
'till we hear someone mumble
could you spare form the tumbler
a new drink for an old drunk
verse 2
now you waste
all your days
in the dark
in the corner
without light
without grace
where you wait
for the slaughter
when they spit in your face and the hours grow late
as they laugh as they lie at the chill of your fate
and you cringe as you bitch to forget how you hate
all the doom in the pitiful room that you create
By Crooked Fingers
http://www.crookedfingers.com/flash/index.htm
great song....this doesn't do it any justice!!!!
E
Would you try
E
Could you buy
A
a new drink
B
for an old drunk
Its no crime
To resign
Misery
with a bottle
A B E E
well you walked into town without making a sound
and you slipped as you slammed your face in the crowd
and you tried to forget all the words that were said
to deny all the things that you keep in your head
E
when you came
E
you were new
A
but today
B
youre much older
you were spent
so you went
to get used
in the corner
A B E E
where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown
and it echoed through town they were beating you down
and as they spread the word that you like dhow it hurt
all at once you were cause for a pitiable cure
CHORUS
E E
Hours pass by I've forgotten
A B
Night turns black cause its rotten
And we slide right to the bottom
Our tongues made out of cotton
Eyes sealed shut in a slumber
'till we hear someone mumble
could you spare form the tumbler
a new drink for an old drunk
verse 2
now you waste
all your days
in the dark
in the corner
without light
without grace
where you wait
for the slaughter
when they spit in your face and the hours grow late
as they laugh as they lie at the chill of your fate
and you cringe as you bitch to forget how you hate
all the doom in the pitiful room that you create
Crosby, Stills & (...)
Crosby, Stills, (...)
Cross Bottom
Cross Point Chur (...)
Cross Point Crea (...)
Crow Mother
Crowder
Crown and the M. (...)
Cruachan
Crucial Dudes