The Mountain Goats (en inglés: Las Cabras Montañesas) son una banda americana de Folk- Rock Alternativo e Indie Rock Lo-Fi a cargo de John Darnielle quien es el cantante y compositor principal, con la colaboración de distintos artistas, incluyendo el bajista Peter Hughes y el baterista Jon Wurster (de Superchunk). Darnielle empezó a grabar música en 1991 con ayuda de un grabador boom box. Hasta 2002, con el lanzamiento del álbum All Hail West Texas
¡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!
@Mountain Goats "Source Decay" - written by john darnielle tabbed by Russ Sweetser [email protected] ------------------------------------------
E--A--E---A E Once a week I make the drive F#A two hours east to check the Austin post office box. EF# I take the detour through our old neighborhood, AB see all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks, AB and I park in an alley and I read through the postcards EA that you continue to send: F#A where as indirectly as you can you ask what I remember. EB I like these torture devices from my old best friend. C# Well I'll tell you what I know F# like I swore I always would -- AB I don't think it's gonna do you any good: EAEABAE I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.
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E I always get a late start, F# when the sun's going down A and the traffic's thinning out E and the glare is hard to take. I wish the EF# West Texas highway was a Möbius strip -- AB I could ride it out forever. When I feel my heart break, AB I almost swear I hear it happen, it's that clear and that hard. EA I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard. C# I fall out of the car F# like a hostage from a plane, A think of you a while and B start wishing it would rain. EAEABAE I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.
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E I come into the house, F# put on a pot of coffee, AE walk the floors a little while. EF# I set the postcard on a table with all the others like it, AB start sorting through the pile. A I check the pictures and the postmarks B and the captions and the stamps EA for signs of any pattern at all. F#A When I come up empty-handed, the feeling almost overwhelms me. EB I let a few of my defenses fall C#F# and I smile a bitter smile -- it's not a pretty thing to see -- AB I think about a railroad platform back in 1983 EAEAB AE and I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward toward the water