Biografia:
From the village of Makanda in extreme southern Illinois, in a little hollow called Vulture Valley, comes a "caustic acoustic cacophony" known as the Woodbox Gang. They have skillfully combined the American roots music styles of bluegrass, delta blues, folk, and traditional country with the aggressive delivery of punk rock to create their own style of music to which they have given the name "Trashcan Americana". The band is very interested in experimenting
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Outras músicas:
- 160 Years For My Crimes
- 665
- All Trouble Head
- Almost Enough
- Annie Dhydde
- Bad Men
- Bad Veins
- Better Place To Die
- Big Bang Yin Yang
- Black Yodel No 7
- Born With A Tail
- Butterfly
- Checkpoint Charlie
- Cheer Up The Devil
- Color Of Freedom
- Confidence Man
- Days Of Grunge
- Death Is Coming
- Devil Blues
- Dirty Sponge
- Dot Com Machine
- Drifters Ghost
- Drunk And Insane I Die Tonight
- Drunk As Dragons
- Drunk On Sunday
- Dusty Dozer And Grandpa
- Eat Drink And Be Dead
- Everybody But Me
- Family Night
- Farmers Tanblack Sedan
- Fiddlin With The Line
- First Rate Smokes
- Games Of Chance
- Gingerbread Man
- God Box Wagon
- God Fearin Woman
- Hard To Dig A Hole
- I Roll My Own
- If I Had My Druthers
- Im A Rolling Machine
- Italian Plumber Lawsuit
- Its A Beautiful World
- Let Em Break Your Bones
- Mow The Old Womans Yard
- Naked And Screaming And Covered In Blood
- Never Kissed A Girl
- Oh Woman
- On A Red Midnight
- One That Got Away
- Poor Jesus
- Sardine
- Savage Weiner Dogs
- Scarecrow
- Shadow Of Tom
- Showdown
- Sinners Love
- Skyclac
- Snake In The Grass
- Squirm Squirm Squirm
- Storm Blowing Slowly
- Strange Desert 1947
- The Devil Can Tell
- The Devils Train
- The Good Ole Days Of Grunge
- The Hanging Of Charlie Birger
- The Muse
- The Optimist
- The Panther Song
- The Termite Song
- They Came In Black
- Togey Water
- Tough Guy Blues
- Two Dollar Ticket
- Vampire Suicide
- Wrap It Up
- Wrong Side Of Town
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!
Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Drunk As Dragons
Drunk As Dragons
VERSE 1
Dm C
The bar closed that night I offered her a ride
Bb A Dm
She said, “Take me to your car”
Dm C
But I lost my license on a DUI
Bb A Dm
I took her away on my handle bars
C G
She called me Don Quixote
C G
Quite ironic I suppose
F
We were drunk as dragons
C Bb A Dm
Feast on the fermented flesh of the fallen heroes
VERSE 2
The place she was staying was the Garden of Eden
I stopped at the gates
A noisy neon sign buzzed and shined
Advertising hourly rates
I asked her if she could make it
She wasn't walking so well
She said, “Don't let me die alone in an interstate town
In the bathtub of a sleaze pit motel”
VERSE 3
I must confess I was staring at her chest
On her heart was a new tattoo
Some folks are religious, me I'm just superstitious
I cringed it said, “What Would Jesus Do”
She asked me if I believed
In heaven, hell, redemption, or sin
Well it's hard for a man to believe in much of nothing
'til an angel's laying under him
Album: Drunk As Dragons
Drunk As Dragons
VERSE 1
Dm C
The bar closed that night I offered her a ride
Bb A Dm
She said, “Take me to your car”
Dm C
But I lost my license on a DUI
Bb A Dm
I took her away on my handle bars
C G
She called me Don Quixote
C G
Quite ironic I suppose
F
We were drunk as dragons
C Bb A Dm
Feast on the fermented flesh of the fallen heroes
VERSE 2
The place she was staying was the Garden of Eden
I stopped at the gates
A noisy neon sign buzzed and shined
Advertising hourly rates
I asked her if she could make it
She wasn't walking so well
She said, “Don't let me die alone in an interstate town
In the bathtub of a sleaze pit motel”
VERSE 3
I must confess I was staring at her chest
On her heart was a new tattoo
Some folks are religious, me I'm just superstitious
I cringed it said, “What Would Jesus Do”
She asked me if I believed
In heaven, hell, redemption, or sin
Well it's hard for a man to believe in much of nothing
'til an angel's laying under him
