Biografia:
Based out of Nashville, Tennessee The Floating Men are an eclectic mix of southern rock and soul. Like nothing you've heard before. Great lyrics and a great sound!
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Outras músicas:
- A Married Man
- A Rose For Emily
- A Tall Stand Of Pines
- All Young Ladies
- Another Maybe Someday
- Butter In The Sun
- Dark And Cool
- East Of The Sunrise
- Fade To Gray
- Gathering Souvenirs
- Hey Maria
- Mere Mortal Men
- Over The Wateree
- Pink Champagne
- Sign Of Surrender
- So Much Fire
- The Fire Escape
- World Of Shadows
- Wringing The Wheel
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!
Over The Wateree by the Floating Men
Owned and Lyrics by Jeff Holmes and The Floating Men
floatingmen.com
D
No, I really couldn’t stay
Bm F#
What with all of these meetings to make
G A
I keep waking up naked, clawed up, and
D A
sore in a goddess’s bed every day
D
I’ll take part of the blame
Bm F#
If I seem a little lost in a daze
G A
Every time I think I got my feet on the ground
D
I look down
A
and the ground moves away
Bm
It goes shaking away
A G
I look down and the ground moves away
Bm D
Why the hell would I want any money?
Bm D
With all these acres of anger to farm,
Bm D
A quiet understanding with manhood, and
Em A
a fist full of feathers and yarn?
Em F# G
I’m wading over the Wateree
Em F# G
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
A D
In the shade of the trees
D
I’ve been speaking in tongues
Bm F#
With the breath of gods in my lungs
G A
I’ve been channeling Ponce de Leon
D A
Swallowing sunlight, and coming undone
D
I remember how tenderness tastes
Bm F#
I can still see the smile on her face
G A
When she spotted me drunk on the trunk of the car
D A
in Kentucky on the day of the race
Bm
Laughing "My, what a waste!"
A G
Howling "My, what a pitiful waste!"
Bm D
Why the hell would I want any whiskey?
Bm D
When I done shot out the lights on the street
Bm D
With a kerosene lantern in one hand and
Em A
The mysteries of manhood clamped in my teeth
Em F# G
I’m wading over the Wateree
Em F# G
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
A D
In the shade of the trees
(Solo)
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A Dsus2
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A G
D
In the dark at the top of the stairs
Bm F#
We were way to wasted to care
G A
Our naiveté beaded like sweat on the walls,
D A
hell, it hung like honey in the air
D
But, hey, what’s a memory or two
Bm F#
In the cycle of planets and moons?
G A
If I came here to claim the lifeless remains
D A
of my wildest dreams, I should know what to do
Bm A G
I ought to know what to do, I should know what to do
Dsus2
I should know what to do
Bm F#m7
Why the hell would I want Marijuana?
G A
With all these mountains of madness to move
Bm F#m7
When the Martian marauders come marching
G
they'll march without manhood
A
stuck to their shoes
[Final_CHORUS]
Em F# G
I’m wading over the Wateree
Em F# G
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
F#m7 Bm
In the shade of the tallest trees
A G/B Dsus2
In the shade of the trees
[Outro]
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A Dsus2
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A G Dsus2
Owned and Lyrics by Jeff Holmes and The Floating Men
floatingmen.com
D
No, I really couldn’t stay
Bm F#
What with all of these meetings to make
G A
I keep waking up naked, clawed up, and
D A
sore in a goddess’s bed every day
D
I’ll take part of the blame
Bm F#
If I seem a little lost in a daze
G A
Every time I think I got my feet on the ground
D
I look down
A
and the ground moves away
Bm
It goes shaking away
A G
I look down and the ground moves away
Bm D
Why the hell would I want any money?
Bm D
With all these acres of anger to farm,
Bm D
A quiet understanding with manhood, and
Em A
a fist full of feathers and yarn?
Em F# G
I’m wading over the Wateree
Em F# G
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
A D
In the shade of the trees
D
I’ve been speaking in tongues
Bm F#
With the breath of gods in my lungs
G A
I’ve been channeling Ponce de Leon
D A
Swallowing sunlight, and coming undone
D
I remember how tenderness tastes
Bm F#
I can still see the smile on her face
G A
When she spotted me drunk on the trunk of the car
D A
in Kentucky on the day of the race
Bm
Laughing "My, what a waste!"
A G
Howling "My, what a pitiful waste!"
Bm D
Why the hell would I want any whiskey?
Bm D
When I done shot out the lights on the street
Bm D
With a kerosene lantern in one hand and
Em A
The mysteries of manhood clamped in my teeth
Em F# G
I’m wading over the Wateree
Em F# G
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
A D
In the shade of the trees
(Solo)
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A Dsus2
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A G
D
In the dark at the top of the stairs
Bm F#
We were way to wasted to care
G A
Our naiveté beaded like sweat on the walls,
D A
hell, it hung like honey in the air
D
But, hey, what’s a memory or two
Bm F#
In the cycle of planets and moons?
G A
If I came here to claim the lifeless remains
D A
of my wildest dreams, I should know what to do
Bm A G
I ought to know what to do, I should know what to do
Dsus2
I should know what to do
Bm F#m7
Why the hell would I want Marijuana?
G A
With all these mountains of madness to move
Bm F#m7
When the Martian marauders come marching
G
they'll march without manhood
A
stuck to their shoes
[Final_CHORUS]
Em F# G
I’m wading over the Wateree
Em F# G
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
F#m7 Bm
In the shade of the tallest trees
A G/B Dsus2
In the shade of the trees
[Outro]
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A Dsus2
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A G Dsus2
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