Biography:
Elliott Brood is a three-piece alternative country band from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, consisting of Mark Sasso on lead vocals, guitar, banjo, ukelele and harmonica, Casey Laforet on guitar, backing vocals, bass pedals, keys and ukelele and Stephen Pitkin on percussion, sampler and backing vocals. The band bills its own style as "death country".
Members Mark Sasso and Casey Laforet grew up together in Windsor, and began playing as a band after moving to Toronto following high school.
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Elliott Brood – If I Get Old
Standard tuning
G
Youthful hearts
C Em
Get stretched along the road
C Em D
And buried under all they’ve come to know
G
Living fast
C Em
This wilderness won’t last
C Em D
These days just blow away into the past
C G
If I get old I’m living easy
D Em
Find a nice old country home
C G
Let the land do what she wants to
Em D
Leave her wild and overgrown
C G
And when I’m sure my days are numbered
D Em
Find a nice place in the field
C G
And thank that little voice inside my head
Em D
For such good company
And when we got here we were young men
All it’s done is make us old
Left to die out in these frozen fields
So far away from home
And if i live to see the end I’m going to make a brand new start
But I’ll never be the same again without my youthful heart
Standard tuning
G
Youthful hearts
C Em
Get stretched along the road
C Em D
And buried under all they’ve come to know
G
Living fast
C Em
This wilderness won’t last
C Em D
These days just blow away into the past
C G
If I get old I’m living easy
D Em
Find a nice old country home
C G
Let the land do what she wants to
Em D
Leave her wild and overgrown
C G
And when I’m sure my days are numbered
D Em
Find a nice place in the field
C G
And thank that little voice inside my head
Em D
For such good company
And when we got here we were young men
All it’s done is make us old
Left to die out in these frozen fields
So far away from home
And if i live to see the end I’m going to make a brand new start
But I’ll never be the same again without my youthful heart
