Kalifornská folkrocková skupina vedená A. Duritzem, založená v r. 1992, původně pod názvem Sordid Humor (album Light Music For Dying People na zn. Capricorn).
Přirovnávanáni k R.E.M. i k Vanu Morrisonovi. Vickrey se přidal až po 1. albu....
Píseň: Cowboys
- Interpret:
- Counting Crows
- Album:
- Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings
Cowboys on the road tonight Crying in their sleep If I was a hungry man With a gun in my hand And some promises to keep Wanted to change the world Watch as easy as murder It's all headlights And vapor trails And circle K killers And I know I could look At anyone but you now I could fall Into the eyes of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now Come on, come on, come on now Come on through now This is a list Of what I should have been But I'm not This is a list of the things That I should have seen But I'm not seeing Look in your eyes As these fingertips Slip on your neck And make you shiver I am just turning away From where I should have been Because I am not anything Oh, anything Oh The president Is in bed tonight But he can't Catch his sleep Cause all the cowboys On the radio are killers And I am gonna leave Fuel of you Cause you never Make her feel Like anything She said I want him To feel a thing But I can feel I can't feel I know I could look At anyone but you now I could fall Into the arms of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Come on oh come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh come on through now This is a list Of what I should have been But I'm not This is a list of the things That I should have seen But I'm not seeing Look in your eyes As these fingers on slip In your dress And make you shiver I am just turning away From what I shouldn't see Because I am not anything Oh, anything Oh Everyone's Is in bed tonight, But nobody can sleep Cause all the satellites Are watching Through our windows She says She doesn't love me Like-but she's acting But it's just If she isn't talking Mr. Lincoln's head Is bleeding On a front row While she's speaking I said Come all you cowboys All you Blue-eyed baby boys Oh, come on all you Dashing gentlemen Of summer I'll wait for you And Saturday's a memory And Sunday Comes to gather me Into the arms of God And welcome me Cause I believe I believe And I know I could look At anyone but you now I could fall Into the eyes of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now This is a list Of what I should have been But I'm not This is a list of the things That I should have seen But I'm not seeing You look in me And so please Won't you look at me Cause I am not seeing you Look at me I want to make you Look at me Or I am not anything Oh, anything No, no No, no