Biography:
Deas Vail is an indie rock band from Russellville, Arkansas formed in 2003. The phrase "Deas Vail" is a combination of Latin and old French which roughly translates to "Humble servant of God."
Deas Vail also happens to be a band with a story to tell, and they're doing it one note at a time. Melodic vocal lines and lullaby guitars; "I'm-telling-you-a-ghost-story" piano parts and syncopated beats. Earnest, searching rock music.
Deas Vail is made up of:
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Intro: G#m F#
Verse 1:
G#m
This is our true alarm. This is reality.
F#
We will do what we can.
G#m
We are just figurines with a theology
F#
that we don’t understand.
Pre-Chorus:
D#m
We can’t forget the
B
beginning, when He
C#
set our broken wings.
Chorus:
D#m
God, how much does it
B
take for us to be
F#
loved? For us to be
C#
saved? We all are
D#m
birds stuck inside our
B
cage, covered up with
F#
praise. And behind our
C#
saints we hide our
D#m
face. Oh, the numbers
B
come. Yeah, they’re dialing
F#
in. We can’t
G#m (?)
help but to comp-
C#
are ourselves again.
Break:
G#m F#
Verse 2:
G#m
I can’t believe in this—this blue-lipped, lifeless kiss.
F#
And we can’t see past our thrones.
G#m
We fight for life within, but our walls are wearing thin.
F#
Oh God, where have we gone?
Pre-Chorus:
D#m
When I’m just one fighting in-
B
difference, does it
C#m
matter what I say?
Chorus:
D#m
God, how much does it
B
take for us to be
F#
loved? For us to be
C#
saved? We all are
D#m
birds stuck inside our
B
cage, covered up with
F#
praise. And behind our
C#
saints we hide our
D#m
face. Oh, the numbers
B
come. Yeah, they’re dialing
F#
in. We can’t
G#m (?)
help but to comp-
C#
are ourselves again.
Outro:
G#m F# G#m F#
G#m
It’s not that there were ever bad
F#
intentions— it’s
G#m
more that we forgot where to call
F#
home. From im-
G#m
portant things that we don’t know to
F#
mention, it’s the
G#m
uniform that we put on—the
F#
formula we have for
C#7/E D#m G#m F# C#m7 D#m G#m F#
love
G#m
Beautiful
F#
intentions
C#m7/E
Formula for
D#m
love
G#m
Beautiful
F#
intentions
C#m7/E
Formula for
D#m
love
G#m
It’s not that there were ever bad
F#
intentions— it’s
E7
more that we forgot where to call
C#m7/E
home. From im-
G#m
portant things that we don’t know to
F#
mention, it’s the
C#m7/E
uniform that we put on—the
D#m
formula we have for
G#m
love
Verse 1:
G#m
This is our true alarm. This is reality.
F#
We will do what we can.
G#m
We are just figurines with a theology
F#
that we don’t understand.
Pre-Chorus:
D#m
We can’t forget the
B
beginning, when He
C#
set our broken wings.
Chorus:
D#m
God, how much does it
B
take for us to be
F#
loved? For us to be
C#
saved? We all are
D#m
birds stuck inside our
B
cage, covered up with
F#
praise. And behind our
C#
saints we hide our
D#m
face. Oh, the numbers
B
come. Yeah, they’re dialing
F#
in. We can’t
G#m (?)
help but to comp-
C#
are ourselves again.
Break:
G#m F#
Verse 2:
G#m
I can’t believe in this—this blue-lipped, lifeless kiss.
F#
And we can’t see past our thrones.
G#m
We fight for life within, but our walls are wearing thin.
F#
Oh God, where have we gone?
Pre-Chorus:
D#m
When I’m just one fighting in-
B
difference, does it
C#m
matter what I say?
Chorus:
D#m
God, how much does it
B
take for us to be
F#
loved? For us to be
C#
saved? We all are
D#m
birds stuck inside our
B
cage, covered up with
F#
praise. And behind our
C#
saints we hide our
D#m
face. Oh, the numbers
B
come. Yeah, they’re dialing
F#
in. We can’t
G#m (?)
help but to comp-
C#
are ourselves again.
Outro:
G#m F# G#m F#
G#m
It’s not that there were ever bad
F#
intentions— it’s
G#m
more that we forgot where to call
F#
home. From im-
G#m
portant things that we don’t know to
F#
mention, it’s the
G#m
uniform that we put on—the
F#
formula we have for
C#7/E D#m G#m F# C#m7 D#m G#m F#
love
G#m
Beautiful
F#
intentions
C#m7/E
Formula for
D#m
love
G#m
Beautiful
F#
intentions
C#m7/E
Formula for
D#m
love
G#m
It’s not that there were ever bad
F#
intentions— it’s
E7
more that we forgot where to call
C#m7/E
home. From im-
G#m
portant things that we don’t know to
F#
mention, it’s the
C#m7/E
uniform that we put on—the
D#m
formula we have for
G#m
love
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