Biography:
Christopher Smith (www.thebeckoncall.com) was born in a small fishing town in northern British Columbia. He was born on the 11th of June in the year 1983. At 10 years of age his family uprooted and moved to the suburbs of Vancouver. Smith spent his teens here, and moved to the city as soon as possible.
Christopher has been making things for most of his life. For the most part he has focused on visual art such as drawing, painting and sculpture, showing his work at various galleries around Vancouver, as early as 17.
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Capo 1
C
Gently gently
Dm
Don't you let it break
C
Be careful darling
F
For goodness sake
You're so awful awful
Awfully quiet these days
But no vow of silence
Is going to make your case
G
Convince me I'm not bored
Em
Convince me I'm not bored
Am C
Convince me I'm not
Killer killer
I've got blood to spill
This loathsome heart
It has had it fill
Pressure pressure
Precious weight upon my shoulder
I won't put you back
I won't let you go
I've got hand to hold
These hands
I've got hands to hold
Hold these hands
Quickly quickly
With Godspeed fly to me
Let him turn his back
And just leave us be
Soldier soldier
Why would you wage that kind of war
Now your tired feet
They can march no more
G
Cut off at the knees
Em
Cut off at the knees
Am
Cut off at the knees
C
Cut off
C
Gently gently
Dm
Don't you let it break
C
Be careful darling
F
For goodness sake
You're so awful awful
Awfully quiet these days
But no vow of silence
Is going to make your case
G
Convince me I'm not bored
Em
Convince me I'm not bored
Am C
Convince me I'm not
Killer killer
I've got blood to spill
This loathsome heart
It has had it fill
Pressure pressure
Precious weight upon my shoulder
I won't put you back
I won't let you go
I've got hand to hold
These hands
I've got hands to hold
Hold these hands
Quickly quickly
With Godspeed fly to me
Let him turn his back
And just leave us be
Soldier soldier
Why would you wage that kind of war
Now your tired feet
They can march no more
G
Cut off at the knees
Em
Cut off at the knees
Am
Cut off at the knees
C
Cut off
Christy Nockels
Chrisye
Chroma Key
Chromeo
Chron Gen