Biography:
Frank Turner (born 28 December 1981) is an English folk/punk singer-songwriter from Meonstoke, Hampshire. Initially the vocalist of post-hardcore band Million Dead, Turner embarked upon a primarily acoustic-based solo career following the band's split in 2005. To date, Turner has released seven solo albums, three rarities compilation albums, one split album and a split EP, and several EPs. Turner's seventh and latest studio album, Be More Kind was released on 4th May 2018.
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Other songs:
- 1933
- Be More Kind
- Blackout
- Dan's Song
- District Sleeps Alone Tonight
- Eulogy
- Fathers Day
- Get Better
- Glory Hallelujah
- I Am Disappeared
- I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous
- I Still Believe
- Long Live The Queen
- Lost
- Love 40 Down
- Love Ire And Song
- Make America Great Again
- Once We Were Anarchists
- Peggy Sang The Blues
- Photosynthesis
- Plain Sailing Weather
- Polaroid Picture
- Real Damage
- Reasons Not To Be An Idiot
- Recovery
- Sailors Boots
- Substitute
- The Ballad Of Me And My Friends
- The Next Storm
- The Road
- The Way I Tend To Be
- If Ever I Stray
- 21St Century Survival Blues
- 4 Simple Words
- A Love Worth Keeping
- After The Rush Hour
- Anymore
- Back To Sleep
- Ballad Of Steve
- Balthazar Impresario
- Barbara Allan
- Better Half
- Brave Face
- Broken Piano
- Build Me Up Buttercup
- Cleopatra In Brooklyn
- Common Ground
- Cowboy
- Dancing Queen
- Dans Song
- Demons
- Dont Worry
- English Curse
- Faithful Son
- Four Simple Words
- Front Crawl
- Get It Right
- Glorious You
- Glory Hallelujah Acoustic
- Going Nowhere
- Good And Gone
- Heart Of The Continent
- Heartless Bastard Motherfucker
- Hits And Mrs
- I Really Dont Care What You Did On Your Gap Year
- Isabel
- Jet Lag
- Josephine
- Journey Of The Magi
- Keira
- Least Of All Young Caroline
- Linoleum
- Little Aphrodite
- Little Changes
- Live Fast Die Old
- Longing For The Day
- Losing Days
- Mittens
- Mr Richards
- Must Try Harder
- My Kingdom For A Horse
- Nashville Tennessee
- Nights Become Days
- Oh Brother
- Old Flames
- One Foot Before The Other
- Our Lady Of The Campfire
- Out Of Breath
- Outdoor Type
- Pancho And Lefty
- Pay To Cum
- Plea From A Cat Named Virtute
- Poetry Of The Deed
- Practical Anarchist
- Present Tense
- Redemption
- Richard Divine
- Riot Song
- Rivers
- Rod Stewart
- Romantic Fatigue
- Sea Legs
- Silent Key
- Smiling At Strangers On Trains
- Something Of Freedom
- Song For Eva Mae
- Song For Josh
- Song To Bob
- Sons Of Liberty
- St Christopher Is Coming Home
- Sunday Nights
- Sunshine State
- Susannah
- Sweet Albion Blues
- Tattoos
- Tell Tale Signs
- Thatcher Fucked The Kids
- The Armadillo
- The Fastest Way Back Home
- The Fisher King Blues
- The Huntsman Comes A
- The Next Round
- The Opening Act Of Spring
- The Quiet One
- The Sand In The Gears
- The Slow Train
- There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
- There She Is
- Thunder Road
- To Absent Friends
- Try This At Home
- Undeveloped Film
- Vital Signs
- Wanderlust
- We Shall Not Overcome
- Wessex Boy
- Wisdom Teeth
- Worse Things Happen At Sea
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]
Am Em F G Am
[Verse 1]
Am Em
God dammit Amy, we're not kids anymore.
F G
You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,
Am
Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor.
Am Em
Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt.
F G Am
You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt.
[Chorus 1]
G C F G
You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid,
C F G
With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad,
C
When I though that suffering was something profound,
F G
That weighed down on wise heads,
Dm F Am
And not just something to be avoided, something normal people dread.
[Verse 2]
Am Em
God dammit Amy, well of course I've changed.
F G
With all the things that I've done and the places I've been
Am
I'd be a machine if I had stayed the same.
Am Em
But you're still back where we started, you haven't changed at all.
F G Am
You're still trying to live like a kid, like you can always have it all.
[Chorus 2]
G C F G
You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I hid as best I could,
C F G
That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light they still bleed through,
C F G
Showing that there are some things I just can't change no matter what I do:
Dm
The tell tale signs of being used,
F Am
Of being trapped inside of you.
[Bridge]
(I'm sure I've made mistakes here, please comment if you can correct it.)
e|-----------------------------|
B|-----------------------------|
G|-----------------------------|
D|-----------------------------|
A|--3--2--5--4--7--8--12--2*---|
E|--4--3--6--5--8--9--13--3*---|(x2) *First time only.
You're a beautiful butterfly burned with a browning iron,
Onto my outsides into my insides as a simple sign:
To show off your ownership. Burned into my naked skin,
Onto my outsides into my insides.
Dm G C F
It's not even love any more, It's just a claim upon my soul.
Dm G C F
It stains my skin, yeah it's on my breath, and I'm ashamed to get undressed,
Dm G C F D
In front of strangers in case they see the tell tale signs you have left all over me.
[Chorus 3]
G C F G
God dammit Amy. You'll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade.
C F G
And it's not like it's something I think about each and every day:
C F G
I just occasionally catch myself scratching at them, as if they'd ever go away.
Dm F
But these tell tale signs are here to stay, and in the end you know that's OK.
Dm F G Am
You will always be a part of my patched-up patchwork, taped-up tape deck heart.
Am Em F G Am
[Verse 1]
Am Em
God dammit Amy, we're not kids anymore.
F G
You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,
Am
Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor.
Am Em
Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt.
F G Am
You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt.
[Chorus 1]
G C F G
You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid,
C F G
With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad,
C
When I though that suffering was something profound,
F G
That weighed down on wise heads,
Dm F Am
And not just something to be avoided, something normal people dread.
[Verse 2]
Am Em
God dammit Amy, well of course I've changed.
F G
With all the things that I've done and the places I've been
Am
I'd be a machine if I had stayed the same.
Am Em
But you're still back where we started, you haven't changed at all.
F G Am
You're still trying to live like a kid, like you can always have it all.
[Chorus 2]
G C F G
You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I hid as best I could,
C F G
That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light they still bleed through,
C F G
Showing that there are some things I just can't change no matter what I do:
Dm
The tell tale signs of being used,
F Am
Of being trapped inside of you.
[Bridge]
(I'm sure I've made mistakes here, please comment if you can correct it.)
e|-----------------------------|
B|-----------------------------|
G|-----------------------------|
D|-----------------------------|
A|--3--2--5--4--7--8--12--2*---|
E|--4--3--6--5--8--9--13--3*---|(x2) *First time only.
You're a beautiful butterfly burned with a browning iron,
Onto my outsides into my insides as a simple sign:
To show off your ownership. Burned into my naked skin,
Onto my outsides into my insides.
Dm G C F
It's not even love any more, It's just a claim upon my soul.
Dm G C F
It stains my skin, yeah it's on my breath, and I'm ashamed to get undressed,
Dm G C F D
In front of strangers in case they see the tell tale signs you have left all over me.
[Chorus 3]
G C F G
God dammit Amy. You'll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade.
C F G
And it's not like it's something I think about each and every day:
C F G
I just occasionally catch myself scratching at them, as if they'd ever go away.
Dm F
But these tell tale signs are here to stay, and in the end you know that's OK.
Dm F G Am
You will always be a part of my patched-up patchwork, taped-up tape deck heart.
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