Biography:
Rocky Votolato is an American musician. He was born in rural Texas in 1978, though was raised in the Pacific Northwest. When his former band Lying on Loot disbanded in 1996, Rocky Votolato, along with friends Rudy Gajadhar (drums) and Andrew Hartley (bass), started playing under the name Waxwing. Rocky's younger brother Cody (The Blood Brothers) soon joined the band on second guitar, and the band recorded their debut 7" for Henry's Finest Recordings.
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Other songs:
- End Like This
- Mix Tapes Cellmate
- The Break-up Song (let's Just Be Friends)
- White Daisy Passing Am C Please Slow It Down Am There'
- A Discourse On Killing
- Above The Water
- Alabaster
- Automatic Rifle
- Boxcutter
- Crabtree And Evelyn
- Death Right
- Death
- Dont Walk Out On Me
- Eyes Like Static
- Fragments
- Goldfield
- Hospital Handshakes
- Ill Catch You
- Instrument
- Light And The Sound
- Like Silver
- Lilly White
- Lily White
- Little Spring
- Lucky Clover Coin
- Makers
- Mix Tapes Cellmates
- Montana
- Nights Disguise
- October
- One More Work Song Blues
- Portland Is Leaving
- Postcard From Kentucky
- Red River
- Safety Is A Coffin
- Sawdust And Shavings
- Secrets Of A Salesman
- She Was Only In It For The Rain
- Silver Trees
- Sparklers
- Suicide Medicine
- Sun Devil
- Sunlight
- Television Of Saints
- Tennessee Train Tracks
- The Finish Line
- The Old Holland
- The Wrong Side Of Reno
- Tinfoil Hats
- Treasure Chest
- Uppers Arent Necessary
- Where We Left Off
- White Daisy Passing
- White
- Without Eyes Still Seeing
- Writing Fiction
- Your Darkest Eyes
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tune everything down a half step
C
lead me through these cities of imaginary trends
Am
something's gonna be changing come the morning time my friend
F C G
as fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till then
C
I've got a lot to loose so come and take it from me quick
Am
everything you loose if it makes you stronger it makes you sick
F
take these cities from me I'll build buildings up with my own
C G
bare hands
F C
the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
G Am
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
F C
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
G F C G
till the lonely messengers come calling you back home
the trees are stacked in rows on the side of the road
stripped of any dignity a birthing may have had
100 thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line
singers shepherds and salesmen all longing for someone
to kill the joy of wondering and end all their desire
to help them to remember that the road is nothing but a liar
F C
the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
G Am
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
F C
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
G F
till the lonely messengers come calling you back
Dm Am
to the red door, cracked and crooked walk way
C E
the fence impaling the stars
Dm Am C E F
ghostly keepers lead the way through railroads of abandoned cars
G E F G E
the tracks and city streets cut through like scars
F C
the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
G Am
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
F C
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
G F C G
till the lonely messengers come calling you back home
adambeck@aol.com
C
lead me through these cities of imaginary trends
Am
something's gonna be changing come the morning time my friend
F C G
as fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till then
C
I've got a lot to loose so come and take it from me quick
Am
everything you loose if it makes you stronger it makes you sick
F
take these cities from me I'll build buildings up with my own
C G
bare hands
F C
the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
G Am
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
F C
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
G F C G
till the lonely messengers come calling you back home
the trees are stacked in rows on the side of the road
stripped of any dignity a birthing may have had
100 thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line
singers shepherds and salesmen all longing for someone
to kill the joy of wondering and end all their desire
to help them to remember that the road is nothing but a liar
F C
the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
G Am
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
F C
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
G F
till the lonely messengers come calling you back
Dm Am
to the red door, cracked and crooked walk way
C E
the fence impaling the stars
Dm Am C E F
ghostly keepers lead the way through railroads of abandoned cars
G E F G E
the tracks and city streets cut through like scars
F C
the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
G Am
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
F C
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
G F C G
till the lonely messengers come calling you back home
adambeck@aol.com
