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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Rotting Strip / Crooked Fingers
G C G D
Blurry eyes half bent and I can’t take you sober
G C G
Tricking off the rotting strip that we’ve been
D
trudging under
Em C G D
We ducked into a dim lit room out where the river bends
G C G
And turned to walk the burning bridge that we would build
D C
And crossed our hearts half hoping
G D C
That we could both quit smoking
G D C
And kick the booze and blow
G D C D
And one day go make something of ourselves
G C G D
Glory came and went the night we both slipped under
G C G D
‘Neath the row of oil slicks and ancient ugly lovers
Em C G D
Some they say the price you pay is far too much to spend
G C G
But they don’t know the cost is fair if for a while
D C
It keeps your heart from crumbling
G C
And we’d take what we want when we knew what we wanted
D G
When we wished we had something to lose
C G C
You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl
G
jeans
C Em C D
I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do
G C G D
Boredom settled in and I can’t take you sober
G C G
Strewn across the rotting strip that we’ve been building
D
over
Em C G D
‘Til nothing made its wicked way slow creeping into view
G C G
Where we could watch the burning bridge that we half built
D C
Across our hearts now broken
G D C
And we could both quit smoking
G D C
And kick the booze and blow
G D C D
And one day go make something of ourselves
G C
And we’d take what we want when we knew what we wanted
D G
When we wished we had something to lose
C G C
You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl jeans
C Em C D
I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do
G C
So we branded our hearts and we toasted the stars
D G
Getting wasted by the light of the moon
C G C G
you were a two bit tramp - I was a low life lying scum
C Em C D
We were a bad lay coming undone burning for someone to use
G C G D
Blurry eyes half bent and I can’t take you sober
G C G
Tricking off the rotting strip that we’ve been
D
trudging under
Em C G D
We ducked into a dim lit room out where the river bends
G C G
And turned to walk the burning bridge that we would build
D C
And crossed our hearts half hoping
G D C
That we could both quit smoking
G D C
And kick the booze and blow
G D C D
And one day go make something of ourselves
G C G D
Glory came and went the night we both slipped under
G C G D
‘Neath the row of oil slicks and ancient ugly lovers
Em C G D
Some they say the price you pay is far too much to spend
G C G
But they don’t know the cost is fair if for a while
D C
It keeps your heart from crumbling
G C
And we’d take what we want when we knew what we wanted
D G
When we wished we had something to lose
C G C
You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl
G
jeans
C Em C D
I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do
G C G D
Boredom settled in and I can’t take you sober
G C G
Strewn across the rotting strip that we’ve been building
D
over
Em C G D
‘Til nothing made its wicked way slow creeping into view
G C G
Where we could watch the burning bridge that we half built
D C
Across our hearts now broken
G D C
And we could both quit smoking
G D C
And kick the booze and blow
G D C D
And one day go make something of ourselves
G C
And we’d take what we want when we knew what we wanted
D G
When we wished we had something to lose
C G C
You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl jeans
C Em C D
I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do
G C
So we branded our hearts and we toasted the stars
D G
Getting wasted by the light of the moon
C G C G
you were a two bit tramp - I was a low life lying scum
C Em C D
We were a bad lay coming undone burning for someone to use
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Crow Mother
Crowder
Crown and the M. (...)
Cruachan
Crucial Dudes