A San Francisco CA based singing duo of Jim Brunberg & Jeff Pehrson who in the early 1990's first met & offered their tunes via open mics in cafes near Golden Gate Park. After being well received, and garnering much press, eventually they moved onto larger venues and shared bills with well known touring Jam Band scene acts. They self released their "self titled" debut CD in 1994 and in 1995 they were named "group of the year" by the National Academy of Songwriters.
¡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!
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# A Little Colder, Performed by Box Set # Transcribed by Parker Lord # Comments to: [email protected] # {t:A Little Colder} {st: Box Set}
[C] [Am] [G] 3 times
[C]Once a poet laid the [Am]world within his [G]hands He'd [C]been around a time or two [Am]thought he'd under[G]stand [C]Once a woman felt the [Am]burning of a [G]man She [C]laid him in her cross hairs and [Am]started home a[G]gain Where the [F]bottles sit half empty Next to [C]suicide and [G]sin Their [Am]hearts a little darker by de[D]sign
Chorus {soc} [G]I'm not [Em]crazy 'bout the [C]world I'm not [Am]crazy 'bout my[G]self I run a[Em]round an open [C]book Making [Am]time for someone [G]else I lay my [Em]consciense on the [C]line And I can make the [Am]world a little colder if I [D]try. {eoc}
[C]Once a levee lost the [Am]might for standing [G]strong [C]Shattered under pressure that [Am]water swept a[G]long [C]Once the poet found his [Am]inspiration [G]gone He [C]grabbed the wheel with both his hands just to [Am]keep him holding [G]on To the [F]bottle in the bedroom And the [C]promise in the [G]dawn His [Am]blood a little thicker over [D]time
Chorus
[C] Every [D]evening with my back against the [C]wall Powerless to [D]persecute, powerless to [C]call As the poet [D]grappled for the meaning of it [C]all He [Am]rose a little wiser from the [D]dust