Biografía:
El sonido de estos chicos encuentra sus raíces en la tradición country y folk, con matices que hacen del suyo un sonido personalísimo: tempos lentos y letárgicos, lánguidas guitarras, y la evocativa, preciosa voz de Margo Timmins.
"Cuando empezamos, nuestro principal objetivo no era durar mucho como grupo, sino que lo hiciera la musica", afirma el compositor y guitarrista Michael Timmins. "Teníamos la esperanza de que nuestra sinceridad se contemplara a través de las canciones".
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Otras canciones:
- Sweet Jane
- 200 More Miles
- A Common Disaster
- A Horse In The Country
- Angel Mine
- Cause Cheap Is How I Feel
- Close My Eyes
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Escape Is So Simple
- Fuck I Hate The Cold
- Good Friday
- He Will Call You Baby
- Hold On To Me
- Hollow As A Bone
- If You Were The Woman
- Im So Lonesome I Could Cry
- Lament
- Lay It Down
- Lonely Sinking Feeling
- Lost My Driving Wheel
- Misguided Angel
- Murder Tonight In The Trailer Park
- Musical Key
- My Wild Child
- No Long Journey Home
- One Soul Now
- Oregon Hill
- Pale Sun
- Renmin Park
- Ring On The Sill
- River Waltz
- Sad To See The Season Go
- Simon Keeper
- Something More Besides You
- Southern Rain
- Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning
- The Last Spike
- The Slide
- Thirty Summers
- This Street That Man This Life
- Those Final Feet
- Thousand Year Prayer
- To Hunting Ground From City
- To Lay Me Down
- To Live Is To Fly
- To Love Is To Bury
- Where Are You Tonight
¡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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Oregon Hill (M. Timmins/Cowboy Junkies)
(from the album Black Eyed Man)
Submitted by Steve Scowden ([email protected])
Corrections/improvements welcome.
(I'm playing this song with a E- E6 -E7 riff through most of the verses. That is, an E, then an E with
pinkie added on 2nd fret of 2nd string, then sliding my pinkie up to the 3rd fret. Of course, there may be
better way.)
E- E6 -E7 riff
The hoods are up on Pine Street, rearends lifted, too
The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
F#m
are makin' love with a little help from STP
A E- E6 -E7
Their women on the porches, comparin' alibis
(E- E6 -E7 riff)
Greasy eggs & bacon, bumper stickers aimed to start a fight
Folk in wrecks, confederate caps, if you want some shine well
F#m F#m7
you can always find some more
A E- E6 -E7
but what I remember most, is the color of Susie's door
C#m G# A E
And Susie says she's up there, cutting carrots still
E B Am
Susie says she's missing me
F#m E- E6 -E7
so I'm missing, Oregon Hill
(E- E6 -E7 riff)
A river to the south, to wash away all sin
A college to the east of us, to learn where sin begins
F#m F#m7
A graveyard to the west of it all
A E- E6 -E7
The child may soon be lying in it
A E
Cause to the north there is a prison,
A E
which I've come to call my home
A E
but come Monday morning, no country song,
B A E
will sing me home again
C#m G# A E
Susie says she's up there, cutting carrots still
E B Am F#m E- E6 -E7
Susie says she's missing me, so I'm missing, Oregon Hill
(E- E6 -E7 riff)
Sunday morning, 8 a.m., sirens fill the air
Sounds like someone made the river
F#m F#m7
Sounds like someone being born again
A G#m F#m E- E6 -E7
But me, I'm just lyin' here in Susie's bed
A E
Baptists celebrating with praises to the lord
A E
Rednecks doin' it with gin
A E B A E
Me and Susie, we're just celebrating, the joys of sleepin' in,
F#m A E- E6 -E7
because tomorrow, I'll be home again.
C#m G#
Susie says she'll wait there,
A E
cutting carrots by the window sill
E B Am
Susie says always think of me,
F#m E- E6 -E7
when you think of, Oregon Hill
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#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
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Oregon Hill (M. Timmins/Cowboy Junkies)
(from the album Black Eyed Man)
Submitted by Steve Scowden ([email protected])
Corrections/improvements welcome.
(I'm playing this song with a E- E6 -E7 riff through most of the verses. That is, an E, then an E with
pinkie added on 2nd fret of 2nd string, then sliding my pinkie up to the 3rd fret. Of course, there may be
better way.)
E- E6 -E7 riff
The hoods are up on Pine Street, rearends lifted, too
The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
F#m
are makin' love with a little help from STP
A E- E6 -E7
Their women on the porches, comparin' alibis
(E- E6 -E7 riff)
Greasy eggs & bacon, bumper stickers aimed to start a fight
Folk in wrecks, confederate caps, if you want some shine well
F#m F#m7
you can always find some more
A E- E6 -E7
but what I remember most, is the color of Susie's door
C#m G# A E
And Susie says she's up there, cutting carrots still
E B Am
Susie says she's missing me
F#m E- E6 -E7
so I'm missing, Oregon Hill
(E- E6 -E7 riff)
A river to the south, to wash away all sin
A college to the east of us, to learn where sin begins
F#m F#m7
A graveyard to the west of it all
A E- E6 -E7
The child may soon be lying in it
A E
Cause to the north there is a prison,
A E
which I've come to call my home
A E
but come Monday morning, no country song,
B A E
will sing me home again
C#m G# A E
Susie says she's up there, cutting carrots still
E B Am F#m E- E6 -E7
Susie says she's missing me, so I'm missing, Oregon Hill
(E- E6 -E7 riff)
Sunday morning, 8 a.m., sirens fill the air
Sounds like someone made the river
F#m F#m7
Sounds like someone being born again
A G#m F#m E- E6 -E7
But me, I'm just lyin' here in Susie's bed
A E
Baptists celebrating with praises to the lord
A E
Rednecks doin' it with gin
A E B A E
Me and Susie, we're just celebrating, the joys of sleepin' in,
F#m A E- E6 -E7
because tomorrow, I'll be home again.
C#m G#
Susie says she'll wait there,
A E
cutting carrots by the window sill
E B Am
Susie says always think of me,
F#m E- E6 -E7
when you think of, Oregon Hill
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