Biography:
Fair to Midland were a progressive rock band formed in Sulphur Springs, Texas in 1998. They dissolved without any official statement.
Anyone who thinks the phrase “it’s all been done before” carries real weight clearly has yet to encounter Fair to Midland. Dark, heavy, moving, cryptic, progressive art rock collides with flourishes of old-school country, Americana and Delta Blues in their sound. These Lonestar boys' genre-defying and boundary
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C Tuning
Em 079900
Esus 079980
D 057700
A 577600
G 355400
C 035500
F 2443xx
[Intro]
E A G F 4x
[Verse 1]
Em
Too much patience, no resistance,
A
Within shouting distance,
G A Em
You can hear a blind man's bluff,
Esus G
Dragging names through the mud and still biting his tongue,
A
The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers,
G A
While the ravenous all eat their fill,
[Chorus]
C D
Tell me, tell me a story,
A G A
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone,
C D
So turning, turning a deaf ear,
A G A
So that I don't hear them throwing stone,
[Instrumental]
E A G F (x4)
[Verse 2]
Em
Too much hog wart, not enough hearsay,
A
Always made the front page,
G A Em
You could use a fine tooth comb,
Esus
to get a word from the wise,
G
Would be a welcome surprise,
A G A
Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound of the failures that make me whole,
[Chorus]
C D
Tell me, tell me a story,
A G A
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone,
C D
So turning, turning a deaf ear,
A G A
So that I don't hear them throwing stone,
[Verse 3]
Em D C
These walls don't talk,
D Em
Even when somebody knocks,
Em D C
These walls don't stand,
D Em
For anyone else but themselves,
Em D C
These walls don't fall,
D G A C D
Even when gravity's failing us all,
[Chorus]
C D
Tell me, tell me a story,
A G A
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone,
C D
So turning, turning a deaf ear,
A G A
So that I don't hear them throwing stone,
[Outro]
E A G F (x4)
Em 079900
Esus 079980
D 057700
A 577600
G 355400
C 035500
F 2443xx
[Intro]
E A G F 4x
[Verse 1]
Em
Too much patience, no resistance,
A
Within shouting distance,
G A Em
You can hear a blind man's bluff,
Esus G
Dragging names through the mud and still biting his tongue,
A
The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers,
G A
While the ravenous all eat their fill,
[Chorus]
C D
Tell me, tell me a story,
A G A
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone,
C D
So turning, turning a deaf ear,
A G A
So that I don't hear them throwing stone,
[Instrumental]
E A G F (x4)
[Verse 2]
Em
Too much hog wart, not enough hearsay,
A
Always made the front page,
G A Em
You could use a fine tooth comb,
Esus
to get a word from the wise,
G
Would be a welcome surprise,
A G A
Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound of the failures that make me whole,
[Chorus]
C D
Tell me, tell me a story,
A G A
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone,
C D
So turning, turning a deaf ear,
A G A
So that I don't hear them throwing stone,
[Verse 3]
Em D C
These walls don't talk,
D Em
Even when somebody knocks,
Em D C
These walls don't stand,
D Em
For anyone else but themselves,
Em D C
These walls don't fall,
D G A C D
Even when gravity's failing us all,
[Chorus]
C D
Tell me, tell me a story,
A G A
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone,
C D
So turning, turning a deaf ear,
A G A
So that I don't hear them throwing stone,
[Outro]
E A G F (x4)
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