Biografia:
The Cowboy Junkies é uma banda canadense de rock alternativo, com ênfase folk e country, formada em 1985 em Toronto, Canada, pelos irmãos Michael (guitarra), Peter (bateria) e Margo Timmins (vocal), além de Alan Anton (baixo).
O primeiro álbum da banda, Whites Off Earth, com uma forte inspiração blues, foi gravado na garagem dos Timmins e produzido pelo produtor canadense Peter Moore. Seu lançamendo se deu em 1986, o mesmo ano em que a banda saiu em turnê pelo sul dos Estados Unidos.
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Outras músicas:
- Sweet Jane
- 200 More Miles
- A Common Disaster
- A Horse In The Country
- Angel Mine
- Cause Cheap Is How I Feel
- Close My Eyes
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Escape Is So Simple
- Fuck I Hate The Cold
- Good Friday
- He Will Call You Baby
- Hold On To Me
- Hollow As A Bone
- If You Were The Woman
- Im So Lonesome I Could Cry
- Lament
- Lay It Down
- Lonely Sinking Feeling
- Lost My Driving Wheel
- Misguided Angel
- Murder Tonight In The Trailer Park
- Musical Key
- My Wild Child
- No Long Journey Home
- One Soul Now
- Oregon Hill
- Pale Sun
- Renmin Park
- Ring On The Sill
- River Waltz
- Sad To See The Season Go
- Simon Keeper
- Something More Besides You
- Southern Rain
- Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning
- The Last Spike
- The Slide
- Thirty Summers
- This Street That Man This Life
- Those Final Feet
- Thousand Year Prayer
- To Hunting Ground From City
- To Lay Me Down
- To Live Is To Fly
- To Love Is To Bury
- Where Are You Tonight
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Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 08:30:07 -0700
From: Brent Wood
Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/cause_cheap_is_how_i_feel.crd
'CAUSE CHEAP IS HOW I FEEL
written by M. Timmins and The Cowboy Junkies,
from the album Caution Horses
submitted and transcribed in June 1998
by Brent Wood, [email protected]
G C
It's the kinda night that's so cold that your spit
G
freezes before it hits the ground.
G C
And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar,
C D
'cuz if he's out tonight, he must be truly down.
C
And I'm searchin' all the windows for a last minute present
Am
to prove to you that what I said was real...
D C
For something small and frail and plastic, baby
G
Cause cheap is how I feel.
G C
Half a moon in the sky tonight- not enough
G
to come up with an answer
C
to the question why is it that every time I see you
G
my love grows a little stronger.
C
But your memory leaves my stomach turning,
D
feeling like a liar about to be revealed...
Am C
But I hoard all this to myself,
G
Cause cheap is how I feel.
(guitar solo)
G C
It's not the smell in here that really gets to me, it's the lights-
G
How I hate the shadows that they cast.
G C
And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
D
I'll always drag with me from my past.
C
I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into
Am
and maybe strike a deal:
D C
Your body for my soul, face swap,
G
Cause cheap is how I feel.
Keep on playing, gang.
Brent Wood
[email protected]
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the#
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
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Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 08:30:07 -0700
From: Brent Wood
Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/cause_cheap_is_how_i_feel.crd
'CAUSE CHEAP IS HOW I FEEL
written by M. Timmins and The Cowboy Junkies,
from the album Caution Horses
submitted and transcribed in June 1998
by Brent Wood, [email protected]
G C
It's the kinda night that's so cold that your spit
G
freezes before it hits the ground.
G C
And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar,
C D
'cuz if he's out tonight, he must be truly down.
C
And I'm searchin' all the windows for a last minute present
Am
to prove to you that what I said was real...
D C
For something small and frail and plastic, baby
G
Cause cheap is how I feel.
G C
Half a moon in the sky tonight- not enough
G
to come up with an answer
C
to the question why is it that every time I see you
G
my love grows a little stronger.
C
But your memory leaves my stomach turning,
D
feeling like a liar about to be revealed...
Am C
But I hoard all this to myself,
G
Cause cheap is how I feel.
(guitar solo)
G C
It's not the smell in here that really gets to me, it's the lights-
G
How I hate the shadows that they cast.
G C
And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
D
I'll always drag with me from my past.
C
I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into
Am
and maybe strike a deal:
D C
Your body for my soul, face swap,
G
Cause cheap is how I feel.
Keep on playing, gang.
Brent Wood
[email protected]
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