Biografia:
A banda Weakerthans foi formada em 1997, em Winnipeg , Manitoba por John K. Samson , depois que ele deixou a banda de hardcore Propagandhi. John se juntou com o baixista John P. Sutton e o baterista Jason Tait , ambos de Winnipeg, e criaram o Weakerthans, com um som mais melódico e uma forma introspectiva de composição que seus projetos anteriores.
A história da origem do nome da banda, como citado no encarte de Fallow menciona, é uma quota do filme de 1992 "The Lover"( "Go ahead, I'm weaker than you can possibly imagine.
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Outras músicas:
- A New Name For Everything
- Airport Lounge
- Anchorless
- Aside
- Benediction
- Bigfoot
- Civil Twilight
- Confessions Of A Futon Revolutionist
- Everything Must Go
- Exiles Among You
- Farewell Faded Memory
- History To The Defeated
- Hospital Vespers
- Illustrated Bible Stories For Children
- Last Last One
- Left And Leaving
- Manifest
- Maryland Bridge
- My Favourite Chords
- Night Windows
- None Of The Above
- One Great City
- Our Retired Explorer
- Our Retired Explorer Dines With Michael Foucault In Paris 1961
- Pamphleteer
- Plea From A Cat Named Virtue
- Plea From A Cat Named Virtute
- Reasons
- Reconstrution Site
- Reunion Tour
- Saint Cecilia
- Slips And Tangles
- Sounds Familiar
- Sun In An Empty Room
- Sympathetic Smile
- The Reasons
- This Is A Fire Door Never Leave Open
- Tournament Of Hearts
- Utilities
- Virtute The Cat Explains Her Departure
- Watermark
- Wellingtons Wednesdays
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!
G Cadd9
They're tearing up streets again.
D7 D
They're building a new hotel.
G Cadd9 D7 D
The Mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down,
G Cadd9 D7 D
and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird,
G Cadd9 D7 D
letting the curtains turn to beating wings.
Cadd9 G F# Em7
Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning.
Cadd9
And just one pair of clean socks.
D
And a photo of you.
When you get off work tonight,
meet me at the construction site,
and we'll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines,
like "We hope they treat you well. Hope you don't work too hard.
We hope you get to be happy sometimes."
Bring your swiss-army knife, and a bottle of something,
and I'll bring some spraypaint and a new deck of cards.
Hey I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness.
Keep all our bad ideas. Keep all our hope.
It's here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner-ear.
It's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen.
I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing
in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere.
You are a radio. You are an open door.
I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies.
You let that stranger in, as I'm blinking off and on and off again.
We've got a lot of time.
Or maybe we don't, but I'd like to think so, so let me pretend.
These are my favourite chords.
I know you like them too.
When I get a new guitar, you can have this one and sing me a lullaby.
Sing me the alphabet.
Sing me a story I haven't heard yet.
They're tearing up streets again.
D7 D
They're building a new hotel.
G Cadd9 D7 D
The Mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down,
G Cadd9 D7 D
and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird,
G Cadd9 D7 D
letting the curtains turn to beating wings.
Cadd9 G F# Em7
Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning.
Cadd9
And just one pair of clean socks.
D
And a photo of you.
When you get off work tonight,
meet me at the construction site,
and we'll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines,
like "We hope they treat you well. Hope you don't work too hard.
We hope you get to be happy sometimes."
Bring your swiss-army knife, and a bottle of something,
and I'll bring some spraypaint and a new deck of cards.
Hey I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness.
Keep all our bad ideas. Keep all our hope.
It's here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner-ear.
It's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen.
I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing
in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere.
You are a radio. You are an open door.
I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies.
You let that stranger in, as I'm blinking off and on and off again.
We've got a lot of time.
Or maybe we don't, but I'd like to think so, so let me pretend.
These are my favourite chords.
I know you like them too.
When I get a new guitar, you can have this one and sing me a lullaby.
Sing me the alphabet.
Sing me a story I haven't heard yet.
The Wedding
The Wedding Pres (...)
The Weirdos
The Welcome Home
The Well Pennies
The Whisnants
The Whispers
The Whispertown (...)
The White Duck
The White Panda