Biografía:
El Dr. Gregory Walter Graffin (nacido el 6 de noviembre de 1964 en Racine, Wisconsin) es mejor conocido como Greg Graffin, vocalista y cofundador de la banda de punk rock Bad Religion. Asistió a la preparatoria El Camino Real.
En 1980, teniendo 15 años, Graffin y algunos compañeros de clase formaron Bad Religion en el Valle de San Fernando, al sur de California. Después de hacerse de un nombre en la escena punk de Los Angeles y de haber sacado tres EP y dos álbumes, se desintegraron en 1984.
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Otras canciones:
- Back To Earth
- Backroads Of My Mind
- California Cotton Fields
- Cease
- Cold As The Clay
- Dont Be Afraid To Run
- Echo On The Hill
- Faith Alone
- Fates Cruel Hand
- Hey Laura
- Highway
- In The Mirror
- Lincolns Funeral Train
- Little Sadie
- Making Time
- Maybe She Will
- Millport
- One More Hill
- Opinion
- Predicament
- Rebels Goodbye
- Sawmill
- Shotgun
- Talk About Suffering
- The Elements
- The Fault Line
- Time Of Need
- Too Many Virtues
- Watchmakers Dial
- Waxwings
- When I Fail
- Willie Moore
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Greg Graffin:
Cold As The Clay Chords, from the album Cold As The Clay.
Tabbed by Ricky Horror ([email protected] for questions or errors)
I can't believe no one has posted this one yet. A great song by one of the best artists around.
Intro/Riff1: E-A-Ab-F#m-E
verse: E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
chorus: {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Riff2: E-F#m-Ab-A (Basically riff1 inverted)
Riff3: A-Ab-E-F#m
*note: I think the F#m's might simply be F#, but it sounds more accurate to me as
a minor chord when I play it.
Intro: E-A-Ab-F#m-E {rpt}
E A
Whispers of ancients buried by dust,
B C#m
Echoes of ages in canyons of rust,
B {Riff1: A Ab F#m}E {rpt riff1}
Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough
{Riff2}
E F#m Ab A B
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
C#m B A
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
B A {Riff3:A Ab E F#m} E {Rpt R1}
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old
The skills of the master done died with his soul
And the worklike routine is so lonely and cold
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
The land was converted, the river was moved,
The village expanded, some say it's improved,
But the lingering feature is a grim attitude
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
Cold As The Clay Chords, from the album Cold As The Clay.
Tabbed by Ricky Horror ([email protected] for questions or errors)
I can't believe no one has posted this one yet. A great song by one of the best artists around.
Intro/Riff1: E-A-Ab-F#m-E
verse: E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
chorus: {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Riff2: E-F#m-Ab-A (Basically riff1 inverted)
Riff3: A-Ab-E-F#m
*note: I think the F#m's might simply be F#, but it sounds more accurate to me as
a minor chord when I play it.
Intro: E-A-Ab-F#m-E {rpt}
E A
Whispers of ancients buried by dust,
B C#m
Echoes of ages in canyons of rust,
B {Riff1: A Ab F#m}E {rpt riff1}
Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough
{Riff2}
E F#m Ab A B
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
C#m B A
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
B A {Riff3:A Ab E F#m} E {Rpt R1}
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old
The skills of the master done died with his soul
And the worklike routine is so lonely and cold
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E
The land was converted, the river was moved,
The village expanded, some say it's improved,
But the lingering feature is a grim attitude
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
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