Dr. Dog é uma banda de rock psicodélico de Filadélfia , Pensilvânia. Sua formação consiste atualmente de Toby Leaman (baixo), McMicken Scott (guitarra), Frank McElroy ( guitarra ritmo ), Zach Miller (teclado), e Eric) Calmo (bateria. Os vocais são divididos entre Leaman e McMicken, com todos os membros que contribuem harmonias . Além disso, cada membro da banda tem um apelido , e eles explicaram que os amigos da banda também recebem apelidos
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HOME ON THE RANGE - Scott McMicken ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: Luke Craig
Bb He's crossing out lines F He has nothing to say Eb Shooting Russian Roulette F Just to learn how to play
Bb Throwing rocks at a car F 'Till it throws on it's breaks Eb He's going to far F Because that's what it takes
Bb Learning cause and effect F Letter by letter Eb Making everything worse F So it can only get better
Bb Is this strange, I don't know F Is it wrong, I'm not sure Eb I'm no good as a window F But I'll gladly be a door
Bb And if you're ever in-between F Stop and say hello Eb It's lonely in-between F To know and not to know
Bb And on the day that I die F As the dearly departed Eb Will I look back and say that F My life never started
Bb Will I float down the stream F Until time is worn out Eb As all my remains become F scattered about
Bb Become a song so big and round F Become a dream became a sound Eb Become a name cut into stone F Become a chill in the bone
Bb Become the One, Become the All F Become the big, become the small Eb Become complete, become destroyed F Become nothing, be the void
Bb, F, Eb, F Ladadaa, Ladadaa, Ladadaa, Ladadaa Bb, F, Eb, F Ladadaaadadadaaa, Ladadaa, Ladadaa
Eb Is this the age F Where everything learned Eb Is proving tried F And waiting to burn Eb Is this the age F That sits like a path Eb That's made to be new F And then proven to last
Eb This time that is ours F That feels like distraction Eb Is this our death F Or just a contraction
Eb Well time is relentless F Demanding of change Eb If nothing is new F Then we must rearrange
Eb Well something so simple F Can start looking strange Eb And it's the city we F caaaaall Bb Our home on the range