Biography:
Cymbals Eat Guitars were an indie rock band from Staten Island, New York, United States, who formed in 2005. They consist of Joseph D'Agostino (vocals, guitar), Matthew Whipple (bass, vocals), Brian Hamilton (keyboards, vocals) and Anne Dole (drums).
The band quietly disbanded in late 2017.
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Intro: F C D x3
F C - D F
Bring me to the world of guilt and sorrow for the races tonight
F C - D F
Where the boats go cutting through undulating mirror images of incandescent spires
F C - D F
The roads there are parabolas with nameless water towers near the exits
F C - D F
You-could-turn it all on end still wouldn't be taller than the biotic arch at the crown of creation
Am - G - F
There are people who put dirty hypodermic needles
Am - G - F
Between the seat cushions in the movie theaters
Am - G - F D F
We all have the same dream the night that we contract it...
C F
So maybe I've been sleeping less at your place
C F
Since that man's last panicked screams startled us awake
C Am
We're paralyzed as the cop cars arrived
F -Am G C F
Casting slow-spinning mobiles on your ceiling, three colors we watched the frozen moon
C Am
In daylight I stare past your eyes' lenses
F -Am G C F
Windows framing solar wind rustling ivy on painted pink buildings
F C - D F
I've been hearing the soft step of gray-eyed governess
F C - D F
But I know you know the physical form of the moaning alarms coming from the Air Force base
F C - D F
A skinless and sinewy leviathan all terrible contraction and release
F-Am G C F
Debasement ringed in banner plane exhaust and scattering V's, of geese
Outro: F Am G C F Am D/F#
(F C D7 F) (Am F C)x4 Am D/F# F (G F)x3 (C Am F C) repeat fade
Ohhh....
F C - D F
Bring me to the world of guilt and sorrow for the races tonight
F C - D F
Where the boats go cutting through undulating mirror images of incandescent spires
F C - D F
The roads there are parabolas with nameless water towers near the exits
F C - D F
You-could-turn it all on end still wouldn't be taller than the biotic arch at the crown of creation
Am - G - F
There are people who put dirty hypodermic needles
Am - G - F
Between the seat cushions in the movie theaters
Am - G - F D F
We all have the same dream the night that we contract it...
C F
So maybe I've been sleeping less at your place
C F
Since that man's last panicked screams startled us awake
C Am
We're paralyzed as the cop cars arrived
F -Am G C F
Casting slow-spinning mobiles on your ceiling, three colors we watched the frozen moon
C Am
In daylight I stare past your eyes' lenses
F -Am G C F
Windows framing solar wind rustling ivy on painted pink buildings
F C - D F
I've been hearing the soft step of gray-eyed governess
F C - D F
But I know you know the physical form of the moaning alarms coming from the Air Force base
F C - D F
A skinless and sinewy leviathan all terrible contraction and release
F-Am G C F
Debasement ringed in banner plane exhaust and scattering V's, of geese
Outro: F Am G C F Am D/F#
(F C D7 F) (Am F C)x4 Am D/F# F (G F)x3 (C Am F C) repeat fade
Ohhh....
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