Biography:
Formed in 2004, the band's breakthrough debut Robbers & Cowards was released to considerable acclaim in 2006. The darker Loyalty To Loyalty followed two years later, and 2011's Mine Is Yours introduced deeper anthemic qualities to the eclectic group's catalog.
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts, which features the rollicking, energetic single "Miracle Mile," is Cold War Kids' first release with former Modest Mouse and Murder City Devils guitarist Dann Gallucci, who also handled its production alongside Lars Stalfors.
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Other songs:
- Audience
- First
- Hand Me Up To Dry
- Hang Me Up To Dry
- Hospital Beds
- Mine Is Yours
- Pregnant
- Robbers
- We Used To Vacation
- All This Could Be Yours
- Avalanche In B
- Bitter Poem
- Bottled Affection
- Bulldozer
- Can We Hang On
- Coffee Spoon
- Expensive Tastes
- Flying Upside Down
- Free To Breathe
- Go Quietly
- God Make Up Your Mind
- Golden Gate Jumpers
- Hear My Baby Call Acoustic
- Hot Coals
- Ive Seen Enough
- Jailbirds
- Lost That Easy
- Louder Than Ever
- Love Is Mystical
- Love On The Brain
- Mexican Dogs
- Miracle Mile
- Out Of The Wilderness
- Part Of The Night
- Passing The Hat
- Pine St
- Quiet Please
- Restless
- Romance Languages 2
- Saint John
- Sermons Vs The Gospel
- So Tied Up
- The Wedding
- Tonite You Belong To Me
- Welcome To The Occupation
Four years of hard work!
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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!
Cold War Kids
"Saint John"
B E
Suppertime in the hole
B E
Suppertime in the hole
B E
I shame my family
B E
Shame my home
B E
Suppertime...
E B G A
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
E B G A
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
E B G A
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
E B G A
Old Saint John on death row, boy he's just a-waiting...
E B
All the white boys in their stay-pressed slacks, they're
G A
home for the summer from college
E B G
Stayin' out late, getting rowdy at the bar, they're looking
A
For trouble uptown
E B G
They come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them, smashin' their
A
bottles in the gutter
E B G A
Yelling all kinds of obscenities, about women and God and law
B E
Another suppertime in the hole
B E
Suppertime
B
I shame my family
E
Shame my home
B E
Suppertime...
Young girl turn the corner with her clerk dress on, that girl was my sister
Just got off the night shift at Penningtons Place, just wanna go home and get some sleep
Boys grab her by the waist with their caffeine eyes, their hands all figdet and 'lectric
I picked up a brick from my papa's front yard and threw it at the tallest boy's face
Well blood was streaming like a well that sprung, I couldn't believe what I had just done
Well the other boys ran and this one stayed on the ground and he would never move again
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row, we just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row
Don't know this change, hopefully someone can edit this & make it right...
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running till the well run dry
"Saint John"
B E
Suppertime in the hole
B E
Suppertime in the hole
B E
I shame my family
B E
Shame my home
B E
Suppertime...
E B G A
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
E B G A
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
E B G A
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
E B G A
Old Saint John on death row, boy he's just a-waiting...
E B
All the white boys in their stay-pressed slacks, they're
G A
home for the summer from college
E B G
Stayin' out late, getting rowdy at the bar, they're looking
A
For trouble uptown
E B G
They come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them, smashin' their
A
bottles in the gutter
E B G A
Yelling all kinds of obscenities, about women and God and law
B E
Another suppertime in the hole
B E
Suppertime
B
I shame my family
E
Shame my home
B E
Suppertime...
Young girl turn the corner with her clerk dress on, that girl was my sister
Just got off the night shift at Penningtons Place, just wanna go home and get some sleep
Boys grab her by the waist with their caffeine eyes, their hands all figdet and 'lectric
I picked up a brick from my papa's front yard and threw it at the tallest boy's face
Well blood was streaming like a well that sprung, I couldn't believe what I had just done
Well the other boys ran and this one stayed on the ground and he would never move again
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row, we just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row
Don't know this change, hopefully someone can edit this & make it right...
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running till the well run dry
