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!
Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Trashcan Americana
Storm Blowing Slowly
VERSE 1
G
It's nighttime now and my eyes are all water
My friends have all moved to where the sun's always shining
I'm watching the weather with the Doppler Radar
There's a storm busting out of every silver lining
By day I work the correction center
Where the men are corrected with poison gas
And by night I clock in on a bender
To forgive myself and forget the past
Chorus
G D G
The strings of my heart are so tight
G D G
They'll spare me no suffering tonight
G D G D
There's a storm blowing slowly come hell or come holy
Em D G
Just blow me to the morning light
VERSE 2
A killer winks behind the eyes of a warden
The chaplain's ace is in the dead man's sleeve
There's a serpent hiding in every saint's garden
Quoting the scriptures behind laurel leaves
VERSE 3
Every bad man has friends in low places
Who shroud themselves in a darkness to hide
But some of these dearly departed hard cases
Venge me with friends of the holiest kind
And I'm constantly looking over my shoulder
At well dressed fellows with hidden agendas
I'm the mouse in the meadow rolling the boulders
And crushing the homes of the newly forgiven
VERSE 4
Now the sun's rising up and the storm is a passing
A little rain and a little lightning
Outside the window where the thunder was a crashing
In their Sunday best little boys are fighting
Innocence today guilty verdict tomorrow
A civilized world has civilized ways
And every civilized world has a civilized fellow
To keep it all civilized with a lever to raise
Album: Trashcan Americana
Storm Blowing Slowly
VERSE 1
G
It's nighttime now and my eyes are all water
My friends have all moved to where the sun's always shining
I'm watching the weather with the Doppler Radar
There's a storm busting out of every silver lining
By day I work the correction center
Where the men are corrected with poison gas
And by night I clock in on a bender
To forgive myself and forget the past
Chorus
G D G
The strings of my heart are so tight
G D G
They'll spare me no suffering tonight
G D G D
There's a storm blowing slowly come hell or come holy
Em D G
Just blow me to the morning light
VERSE 2
A killer winks behind the eyes of a warden
The chaplain's ace is in the dead man's sleeve
There's a serpent hiding in every saint's garden
Quoting the scriptures behind laurel leaves
VERSE 3
Every bad man has friends in low places
Who shroud themselves in a darkness to hide
But some of these dearly departed hard cases
Venge me with friends of the holiest kind
And I'm constantly looking over my shoulder
At well dressed fellows with hidden agendas
I'm the mouse in the meadow rolling the boulders
And crushing the homes of the newly forgiven
VERSE 4
Now the sun's rising up and the storm is a passing
A little rain and a little lightning
Outside the window where the thunder was a crashing
In their Sunday best little boys are fighting
Innocence today guilty verdict tomorrow
A civilized world has civilized ways
And every civilized world has a civilized fellow
To keep it all civilized with a lever to raise
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Workshy
World Party
worldfly
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