Biografía:
Crimmins brings The Hookers out to blast the room with Dixieland horns, rowdy ragtime piano and gypsy jazz guitar. Crooning and boozing the night away, he delivers everything you would expect from a man who claims to be possessed by the ghost of an old vaudevillian accordion player. Songs jump with a 1920's gaudiness, reminiscent of tawdry, dangerous jazz. While devious lyrics can mirror the sinister Charlestons they accompany, Crimmins also has a grab bag of unjaded torch songs at his disposal
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¡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!
Verse 1:
G Em
Woah You know I hate to see you crying
C
So if you don t mind leaving you can just go see if
Bm D
There s a hole for you to crawl and die in
G Em
All the ways you spit in my face you know that those days are thru
C
So now I m goin round town cutting off dead weight
Bm D
And the first thing that came to my mind was you
Chorus
G Em
I m startin a whole new band playing drums on an old trash can
G Am Bm
Dancing on a bridge with a match in my hand
D Bm G
I m a mean mean man
Verse 2:
G Em
About 3 I get my hands dirty it s a job but it feels like jail
CBm D
I get no respect from a fat drunk man I got a boss that was spawned from hell
G Em
I said it was a crappy job so I took off and look that was all she wrote
C Bm
But it made me feel better take the resignation letter and I shoved it right down
D
her throat
Chorus
Break (Play Verse Chords)
Chorus
Blankts
Blas Cantó (...)
Blas Infante
Blaudzun
Blaumut
Blitz
Blitzen Trapper
Blitzkid
Bloc Party
Block B