Biography:
Tomahawk are an experimental alternative metal/alternative rock band from the United States.
The band formed in 2000 when Fantômas, ex- Mr. Bungle and Faith No More singer Mike Patton and ex-The Jesus Lizard guitar player Duane Denison started swapping tapes with the intention of collaborating. Duane Denison then recruited ex-Helmet drummer John Stanier (currently playing also with Battles), while Mike Patton brought Melvins/Cows bass player Kevin Rutmanis into the fold.
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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!
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D F#
You've got to be the one, smile of porcelain
D
Bullet holes in your tongue, Plexiglases bones
F#
Dough of angel's breath, the eyes of a mannequin
Put on a hell of a show
G F#
Solid gold, fresh young face
Bm A
king of a lovely place
G F#
Cynical life wash your face
E
Tryin' to make it better
D
A Bb Bm
And we've heard this song before
G A
And the needle skips again
F#m Bm
Playin' dominoes with tombstones
G A
Found a graveyard in your drawer
Dbm Bm
Go and get yourself buried
Dbm Ab
'Cause your dead, you're dead
F# E
You're dead, you're dead
D F#
You're skin melts in wax, Woven silk eyelids
D
The arms of somnambulist, You got your moneys worth
F#
Soul hangs in the closet, paper mache heart
Put on a hell of a show
G F#
solid gold, your hate crime
Bm A
wasn't loving me
G F#
Cynical life wash your face
E D
Tryin' to make it better
And we'll never make it better
And we'll never make it better
D F#
You've got to be the one, smile of porcelain
D
Bullet holes in your tongue, Plexiglases bones
F#
Dough of angel's breath, the eyes of a mannequin
Put on a hell of a show
G F#
Solid gold, fresh young face
Bm A
king of a lovely place
G F#
Cynical life wash your face
E
Tryin' to make it better
D
A Bb Bm
And we've heard this song before
G A
And the needle skips again
F#m Bm
Playin' dominoes with tombstones
G A
Found a graveyard in your drawer
Dbm Bm
Go and get yourself buried
Dbm Ab
'Cause your dead, you're dead
F# E
You're dead, you're dead
D F#
You're skin melts in wax, Woven silk eyelids
D
The arms of somnambulist, You got your moneys worth
F#
Soul hangs in the closet, paper mache heart
Put on a hell of a show
G F#
solid gold, your hate crime
Bm A
wasn't loving me
G F#
Cynical life wash your face
E D
Tryin' to make it better
And we'll never make it better
And we'll never make it better
