A banda Weakerthans foi formada em 1997, em Winnipeg , Manitoba por John K. Samson , depois que ele deixou a banda de hardcore Propagandhi. John se juntou com o baixista John P. Sutton e o baterista Jason Tait , ambos de Winnipeg, e criaram o Weakerthans, com um som mais melódico e uma forma introspectiva de composição que seus projetos anteriores. A história da origem do nome da banda, como citado no encarte de Fallow menciona, é uma quota do filme de 1992 "The Lover"( "Go ahead, I'm weaker than you can possibly imagine.
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!
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DABmG We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest DABmG Shedding skin faster than skin can grow DA And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives BmGDABm Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know DABmG The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty schoolyards DABmG Has found a higher pitch and broader scale DABmG Than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last DABm And one must bruise and one must fail DABmG And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window DABmG So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw DABmGD Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole ABmGDA And then we rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too BmGDABm The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether DABmG Pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation DABmG That seemed so original, I must, we must never stop DABmG Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets DABmG Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut DABmG Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows DABm And my voice will scratch to yell many more GDABmG But before I spill the things I mean to hide away DABmG Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment DABmG I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty DABmGD Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement