Biografia:
Elway is an American punk rock band from Fort Collins, Colorado. Their sound is a unique and inebriated take on a time-tested formula: aggressive punk rock with soaring melodies coupled with lyrics ranging from that of the sad sap to the indignant atheist with a bevy of homespun dick jokes.
Biography
The original name of the band was 10-4 Eleanor. As 10-4 Eleanor they release an album. ...Too Bad..., and an EP, Words Cannot Express How Much Fuck This Band.
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Outras músicas:
- 34 Eleanor
- Albuquerque Low
- Ariel
- Banned From Gun World
- Better Whenever
- Christopher
- Delano
- Its Alive
- Kristinas Last Song
- Lunatic Thirteens
- Montreal
- One Flew East
- Orphan Histories
- Our Lady Of The Thompson River
- Passing Days
- Patria Mia Room 20
- Prophetstown
- Salton Sea
- San Mateo
- Shown To The Moon
- Someday Sea Wolf
- Song For Eric Solomon To Sing
- Ten Letter Word
- The Great Divorce
- The Tired Old Whores Bedside Book
- There Is A Line
- Third Coast Temple
- Whispers In A Shot Glass
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!
Intro Chords: A D F#m A D.
F#m A D
Smoke and cinder, steel in an ashtray
F#m A D
In a dingy bar where romances are born
F#m A D
The sound of Denver seeping from the jukebox
A E D A
But no country road could ever take us home
F#m A D
She speaks like raging tides against the coastline
F#m A D
I'm rendered ragged by things that she might know
F#m A D
The whiskey and this feeling bring me back to better times
A E D
Let it go let it go let it go
A A/G# F#m E D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m E D
But that was so long ago
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
E
Of these dying days
F#m A D
F#m A D
F#m A D
A E D
F#m A D
Sweaty palmed I swallow down my cocktail
F#m A D
Like the things I feel but know I shouldn't say
F#m A D
Every morning I awake to my reassurance
A E D
It's okay it's okay it's okay
A A/G# F#m E D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m E D
But that was so long ago
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D E
It's hard to wash your hands clean
Of these dying days
A E D
A E D
A E F#m D
B E
A E F#m D
Well there I go digging graves for every single pretty girl
A E D
Pretty soon they'll be no more left to move
A E F#m D
And I'll be filling holes with a longing in my soul
B E
If it's one of those things I tend to lose
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
F#m A D
Smoke and cinder, steel in an ashtray
F#m A D
In a dingy bar where romances are born
F#m A D
The sound of Denver seeping from the jukebox
A E D A
But no country road could ever take us home
F#m A D
She speaks like raging tides against the coastline
F#m A D
I'm rendered ragged by things that she might know
F#m A D
The whiskey and this feeling bring me back to better times
A E D
Let it go let it go let it go
A A/G# F#m E D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m E D
But that was so long ago
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
E
Of these dying days
F#m A D
F#m A D
F#m A D
A E D
F#m A D
Sweaty palmed I swallow down my cocktail
F#m A D
Like the things I feel but know I shouldn't say
F#m A D
Every morning I awake to my reassurance
A E D
It's okay it's okay it's okay
A A/G# F#m E D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m E D
But that was so long ago
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D E
It's hard to wash your hands clean
Of these dying days
A E D
A E D
A E F#m D
B E
A E F#m D
Well there I go digging graves for every single pretty girl
A E D
Pretty soon they'll be no more left to move
A E F#m D
And I'll be filling holes with a longing in my soul
B E
If it's one of those things I tend to lose
A E F#m D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
Elysian Fields
Elysion
Elyssa Smith
Elza Soares
Em Harriss
Emanuele Zago
Emarbiti
Emaue
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