Biography:
Waxahatchee is a solo project of American singer and guitarist Katie Crutchfield (born in 1989) of P.S. Eliot and Bad Banana.
Waxahatchee, named after Waxahatchee Creek in Alabama where Crutchfield grew up, began in 2010 during the breakup of P.S. Eliot. Crutchfield released her first music as Waxahatchee as a split cassette with Chris Clavin on Plan-It-X Records. Her bedroom-recorded debut album, American Weekend, was released on Don Giovanni Records in 2012.
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- Dixie Cups And Jars
- Game Of Pricks
- Hollow Bedroom
- I Think I Love You
- Misery Over Dispute
- You're Damaged
- 8 Ball
- A Little More
- Air
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- Black Candy
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- Blue Pt Ii
- Bonfire
- Brass Beam
- Breathless
- Brother Bryan
- Catfish
- Chapel Of Pines
- Clumsy
- Clumsy Nervous Energies Session
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- Grey Hair
- Half Moon
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- Peace And Quiet
- Poison
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- Sister Saint
- Slow You Down
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- Summer Of Love
- Swan Dive
- Takes So Much
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- The Dirt
- Under A Rock
- Waiting
- Whiskey And Math
- With You
- You Left Me With An Ocean
- Youre Damaged
- Youre Welcome
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The song basically follows the same chord progression except for the bridge.
The little solo at the end of the verses is easy enough to figure out, though I don't
know how to physically write it on here so I left it out.
Intro:
D
D E F# Bm
I'm not a whipper in the wind
D E F# Bm
Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle, or your thick skin
D E F# Bm
Escape yells both our names out loud
D E F# Bm
We run like hell, I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out
D E F# Bm X2
I watched your dad give you away
I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away
Make-up sits on your face like tar
The champagne flutes poorly engineered, employ dixey cups and jars
Bridge:
D Bm A
Like minds let go of doubt
D Bm G
I watched it blow right out and
D Bm A
We danced on gaffs and graves
D Bm G A
You'll remain, I will find a way to leave gracefully or I'll escape
D E F# Bm
I do not fall to losing face
I dream I dive into something greater, something to take my grief away
Sead leaves crunch, I will not be missed
I fill my jar up to the brim, I am an arid abyss
I'm an arid abyss
End on D
Sometimes when I'm playing it kinda seems like F#m fits better than F# but I think F# is
still the correct chord.
The little solo at the end of the verses is easy enough to figure out, though I don't
know how to physically write it on here so I left it out.
Intro:
D
D E F# Bm
I'm not a whipper in the wind
D E F# Bm
Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle, or your thick skin
D E F# Bm
Escape yells both our names out loud
D E F# Bm
We run like hell, I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out
D E F# Bm X2
I watched your dad give you away
I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away
Make-up sits on your face like tar
The champagne flutes poorly engineered, employ dixey cups and jars
Bridge:
D Bm A
Like minds let go of doubt
D Bm G
I watched it blow right out and
D Bm A
We danced on gaffs and graves
D Bm G A
You'll remain, I will find a way to leave gracefully or I'll escape
D E F# Bm
I do not fall to losing face
I dream I dive into something greater, something to take my grief away
Sead leaves crunch, I will not be missed
I fill my jar up to the brim, I am an arid abyss
I'm an arid abyss
End on D
Sometimes when I'm playing it kinda seems like F#m fits better than F# but I think F# is
still the correct chord.
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