Biografía:
Electric Six es una banda formada en Detroit por cinco freaks que se hacen llamar Disco –al bajo- M. –a la batería- The Rock-n-Roll Indian y Surge Joebot a la guitarra y Dick Valentine frente al micro. El grupo empezó en 1996 bajo el nombre de The Wildbunch. Ese mismo año, el grupo editó su primer single con Uchu Cult Records. El tema se llamaba "I Lost Control (of my Rock n'Roll)" y a él le siguió el EP "An evening With the Many Moods of the Wildbunch's Gratest Hits.
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Otras canciones:
- Gay Bar
- After Hours
- American Cheese
- Bleed For The Artist
- Chocolate Pope
- Cluster Fuck
- Countdown To The Countdown
- Dance Commander
- Danger High Voltage
- Egyptian Cowboy
- Face Cuts
- Feed My Fuckin Habit
- Germans In Mexico
- Hello I See You
- I Buy The Drugs
- I Invented The Night
- Jam It In The Hole
- Jimmy Carter
- New Shampoo
- Pink Flamingos
- Randys Hot Tonight
- Satanic Wheels
- Show Me What Your Lights Mean
- Slices Of You
- Stepsister
- Synthesizer
- Talking Turkey
- Theres Something Very Wrong With Us So Lets Go Out Tonight
- Transatlantic Flight
- Vibrator
- Waste Of Time And Money
- We Use The Same Products
- Your Heat Is Rising
¡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!
Artist: Electric Six
Title: Egyptian Cowboy
A
A7
Strange raves on a Detroit bridge
A7
I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
A7
She was talking to the Buick
A7
She was cutting the tequila with bleach
A7
And she said to me
Dm F
There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
A C
Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
Dm C A7
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
A7
Hey, come on and kill.
(In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
A7
I think this city could have used a woman's touch
A7
As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
A7
Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
A7
Everybody here said I won't amount to much
A7
When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and
A7
Chills and blood to spill
Dm F
But there's never any people on the people mover -
A C
Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
Dm F A
You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still
A
Standing still!
Eb Cm
These songs don't write themselves
Ab F
I've got a music workshop run by elves
Eb Cm
Making dozens of records by the twelves
Ab F
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
Eb
Let me state
Cm Ab
My state of mind, mind, mind
C#
Is just fine.
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
A7
Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
A7
You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
A7
Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
A7
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
A7
She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
A7
And she said to me
Dm F
There's no such thing as an electric tuba
A Cm
The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba
Dm F A
The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!
Eb Cm
My songs are tasty pies,
Ab F
Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies
Eb Cm
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
Ab F
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies
Eb Cm Ab C#
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you?
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
A7
Shake that tambourine!
A7
Shake that shaker machine!
A7
Shake it, low.
A7
Shake it, high.
A7
Shake it.
A7
Shake it.
Outro:
Cm Ab F Eb Ab F Cm F
Eb Ab Cm Eb Cm Ab F Eb
Ab F
Title: Egyptian Cowboy
A
A7
Strange raves on a Detroit bridge
A7
I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
A7
She was talking to the Buick
A7
She was cutting the tequila with bleach
A7
And she said to me
Dm F
There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
A C
Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
Dm C A7
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
A7
Hey, come on and kill.
(In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
A7
I think this city could have used a woman's touch
A7
As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
A7
Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
A7
Everybody here said I won't amount to much
A7
When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and
A7
Chills and blood to spill
Dm F
But there's never any people on the people mover -
A C
Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
Dm F A
You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still
A
Standing still!
Eb Cm
These songs don't write themselves
Ab F
I've got a music workshop run by elves
Eb Cm
Making dozens of records by the twelves
Ab F
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
Eb
Let me state
Cm Ab
My state of mind, mind, mind
C#
Is just fine.
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
A7
Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
A7
You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
A7
Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
A7
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
A7
She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
A7
And she said to me
Dm F
There's no such thing as an electric tuba
A Cm
The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba
Dm F A
The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!
Eb Cm
My songs are tasty pies,
Ab F
Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies
Eb Cm
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
Ab F
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies
Eb Cm Ab C#
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you?
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
A7
Shake that tambourine!
A7
Shake that shaker machine!
A7
Shake it, low.
A7
Shake it, high.
A7
Shake it.
A7
Shake it.
Outro:
Cm Ab F Eb Ab F Cm F
Eb Ab Cm Eb Cm Ab F Eb
Ab F
Elemeno P
Elena Siegman
Elenowen
Elephant Revival
Elevation Worshi (...)
Eliot Sumner
Elis Regina
Elisa
Elise Ecklund
Elisha A. Hoffma (...)