Tiny Ruins

Tiny Ruins

Priest With Ballons
Composição de (Hollie Fullbrook)
(/) Slide Up  (\) Slide Down  (h) Hammer On  (p) Pull Off  (b) Bend (r) Release (v) Vibrato 
Stave 1: A A/F# A/E
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(verse 1) A A/F# Not regular party size; A/E Waves crash on either side. A A/F# He's wearing polypropylene, A/E A Clutching at straws, holding onto string. A A/F# What was he looking for - A/E Truth, or was it Heaven? A A/F# Or did he just want to go out with a bang, A/E So to speak? A A/F# He's put his helmet on, A/E Steps out, floats on into the sky, A Goodbye! A/E It's funny, but I can understand why:
[Refrão]
A A/F# I want to live where the traffic controllers A/E A Are ballet dancers, A/F# A/E A And billboards painted over with colours; A/F# Where unkindness is fined A/E A In numbers of roses, A/F# A/E And nobody feels like taking the commons, * from here on play the same chords, the song is only these 3 chords listed above* (verse 2) A A/F# While some were meant for sea, in tug-boats A/E 'Round the shore's knee, A Milling with the sand, A/F# A/E and always coming back to land , A For others, up above A/F# A/E Is all they care to think of, A A/F# Up there with the birds and clouds, and A/E Words don't follow. D E A A/F# There are times when I sit down to tea, D E A A/F# Some well-meaning companion will ask me, D E A How's it going with everything? D Quite nicely, but:
[Refrão]
A A/F# I want to live where the traffic controllers A/E A Are ballet dancers, A/F# A/E A And billboards painted over with colours; A/F# Where unkindness is fined A/E A In numbers of roses, A/F# A/E And nobody feels like taking the commons, (verse 3) A A/F# 'Though time has soldiered on, A/E I still think upon him; A A/F# A/E Waging with the sky, he's crying Goodbye! A What was he looking for - A/F# A/E Truth, or was it Heaven? A A/F# Or did he just want to go out with a bang, A/E So to speak?

Enviado por: Alysson Antonio Lima

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