Dr. Gregory Walter Graffin III (6 de novembro de 1964 em Racine, Wisconsin), mais conhecido como Greg Graffin, é vocalista e um dos fundadores da banda punk rock Bad Religion. Greg também já lançou dois álbuns solo: American Lesion (1997) e Cold as the Clay (2006).
Graffin é formado em Antropologia e Geologia na Universidade da Califórnia. Recebeu pós-doutorado em Paleontologia Evolutiva pela Cornell University. Apesar disso, de acordo com o site oficial do Bad Religion e do site do Cornell Evolution Project, a tese de Ph.
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!
Greg Graffin: Cold As The Clay Chords, from the album Cold As The Clay. Tabbed by Ricky Horror ([email protected] for questions or errors) I can't believe no one has posted this one yet. A great song by one of the best artists around.
*note: I think the F#m's might simply be F#, but it sounds more accurate to me as a minor chord when I play it.
Intro: E-A-Ab-F#m-E {rpt} EA Whispers of ancients buried by dust, BC#m Echoes of ages in canyons of rust, B {Riff1: AAbF#m}E {rpt riff1} Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough {Riff2} EF#mAbAB Cold as the clay, dark as a mine, C#mBA Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime BA {Riff3:AAbEF#m} E {Rpt R1} Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old The skills of the master done died with his soul And the worklike routine is so lonely and cold
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E Cold as the clay, dark as a mine, Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
{Verse} E-A-B-C#m-B-{R1}-E The land was converted, the river was moved, The village expanded, some say it's improved, But the lingering feature is a grim attitude
{Chorus} {R2}-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A-{R3}-F#m-E Cold as the clay, dark as a mine, Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times