Biografia:
The Growlers are a rock and pop group formed in Long Beach, California in 2006 who are yet to became one of the most commercially successful and critically acclaimed bands in the history of popular music. During their years of stardom yet to come, the band consists of Brooks Nielson (vocals) Scott Montoya(bass guitar, vocals,), Matt Taylor(lead guitar, vocals) and Brian “don’t surf” Stewart (drums, vocals). They were managed by their own alter ego Epstein until his death in 2009.
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- Acid Rain
- Black Memories
- Living In A Memory
- Love Test
- Monotonia
- Try Hard Fool
- Wet Dreams
- A Man With No God
- Ancient Mirror
- Big Toe
- Blood Of A Mutt
- California
- Casual Acquaintances
- Chinese Fountain
- City Club
- Decoy Face
- Derka Blues
- Dont Care
- Dope On A Rope
- Drinkin The Juice Blues
- Drinking Song For Kids
- Dull Boy
- Ego Of Man
- Empty Bones
- Feelin Good
- For Skin
- Forever Back Luck
- Gay Thoughts
- Going Gets Tough
- Golden Vine
- Good Advice
- Graveyards Full
- Heaven In Hell
- Heehaw Stomp
- Her Command
- Hiding Under The Covers
- Hollowed Out My Heart
- Honey Babe
- Humdrum Blues
- Ill Be Around
- In Between
- Its No Use
- Joneseys Bowl
- Killed My Woman
- Lag Town
- Last Cabaret
- Late Bloomers
- Lenny Sinpablo Juliano 36Th
- Let It Be Known
- Little Miss Jack
- Lonely This Christmas
- Magnificent Sadness
- Mean People Suck
- Naked Kids
- Neverending Line
- Night Ride
- No Need For Eyes
- No Trees In The Desert
- Nobody Owns You
- Nosebleed Sun
- Not The Man
- Ol Rat Face
- One Million Lovers
- Orgasm Of Death
- Over My Dead Body
- People Dont Change
- People Dont Change Blues
- Pet Shop Eyes
- Pretend Im Gay
- Problems Iii
- Purgatory Drive
- Rare Hearts
- Red Tide
- Salt On A Slug
- Slack Back Boot Man
- Something Someone Jr
- Soul Of Coral
- Speed Living
- Spider Eyed
- Strangers Road
- Swallowed Whole
- Swamp Stomp
- Tell It How It Is
- The Daisy Chain
- The Moaning Man From Shanty Town
- The Pavement And The Boot
- Thing For Trouble
- Tijuana
- Too Many Times
- Tried It All Too Soon
- Underneath Our Palms
- Use Me For Your Eggs
- Vacant Lot
- What It Is
- When You Were Made
- World Unglued
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I was trippin down Black Star Road.
Am E
It’s where I found my new coyote coat.
Am E
Took her home and showed her to the buck knife
Am E
Hung her out on my tree so she could dry
C E
But this wasn’t your usual road kill
C E Am
It held the curse of the Little Miss Jack Spell
Am E
So next I stepped out outa my home
Am E
I got this feeling inside my bones
Am E
Started running thru the blood stained road
Am E
Trying to find the old pack of coyote
C E
But this wasn’t your usual cuerpo
C E Am
It had the soul that digged me a hole
E Am
Now I could hear every voice of long past
E Am
They said they knew why I had come back
E Am
They said I was possessed by little miss jack
E Am
To kill the man whose been setting traps
C E
But this wasn’t your usual cult
C Am E
hip to bone the dead coyote
Am E
I never did wake from that trance
Am E
I killed everyman with traps in his hands
Am E
I killed everyman that walked on the path
Am E
I killed everyone for little miss Jack
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