Biography:
Jason Webley is a Seattle-born singer-songwriter known for playing a mix of gypsy, folk, and punk. He has released five albums on his own label, Eleven Records. These feature Webley on the piano, guitar, accordion, and a number of other instruments, though when touring he only brings his guitar, accordion, and a vodka bottle containing coins from around the world, which he uses for percussion. In addition, he has released five collaborative albums
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This is my first try at a Jason Webley tune... enjoy!
Intro: G G/F# Em C C/B Am
G G/F# Em
One day, The snow began to fall,
C C/B Am
And slowly, inch by inch, Covered up the earth.
G G/F# Em
'Til finally, The top of the tallest building,
C C/B Am
Was lost beneath a powdered sea, As quiet as a shadow's grave.
G G/F# Em
And we say that the world isn't dying.
C C/B Am
And we pray that the world isn't dying.
G G/F# Em
And just maybe the world isn't dying.
C C/B G
Maybe she's heavy with child.
One night,
A woman took my hand.
I left my home and followed her
Into an icy field.
When I wanted to go back,
I'd lost the way.
So she beckoned me to lie beneath
The stone that always bore my name.
One morning,
We woke up in an alley.
To the smell of urine, alcohol,
Trash and gasoline,
With a dim sense of a notion
We'd held something in our hands,
That was bigger than us or God,
And we can never touch again.
Chorus
G G/F# Em
I've been looking at the symptoms for a while,
C C/B G
Maybe she's heavy with child.
Intro: G G/F# Em C C/B Am
G G/F# Em
One day, The snow began to fall,
C C/B Am
And slowly, inch by inch, Covered up the earth.
G G/F# Em
'Til finally, The top of the tallest building,
C C/B Am
Was lost beneath a powdered sea, As quiet as a shadow's grave.
G G/F# Em
And we say that the world isn't dying.
C C/B Am
And we pray that the world isn't dying.
G G/F# Em
And just maybe the world isn't dying.
C C/B G
Maybe she's heavy with child.
One night,
A woman took my hand.
I left my home and followed her
Into an icy field.
When I wanted to go back,
I'd lost the way.
So she beckoned me to lie beneath
The stone that always bore my name.
One morning,
We woke up in an alley.
To the smell of urine, alcohol,
Trash and gasoline,
With a dim sense of a notion
We'd held something in our hands,
That was bigger than us or God,
And we can never touch again.
Chorus
G G/F# Em
I've been looking at the symptoms for a while,
C C/B G
Maybe she's heavy with child.
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