Biography:
Hailing from Philadelphia, Jukebox the Ghost writes a fresh breed of melodic pop tunes driven by fiery rock momentum. With quirky lyrics and inventive songwriting, fans and critics have drawn parallels with the pop sensibility of Elvis Costello, the flamboyance of Queen, the wit of They Might Be Giants, and the creative rock of The Flaming Lips.
Jukebox the Ghost is a Washington, D.C.-born, Brooklyn-based three-piece rock band. The band consists of Ben Thornewill (vocals & piano), Tommy Siegel (vocals & guitar) and Jesse Kristin (drums).
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Other songs:
- At Last
- Half Crazy
- Schizophrenia
- Somebody
- Adulthood
- Beady Eyes On The Horizon
- Dead
- Dont Let Me Fall Behind
- Everybody Knows
- Everybodys Lonely
- Fred Astaire
- Ghosts In Empty Houses
- Girl
- Good Day
- Hold It In
- Hollywood
- Jumpstarted
- Long Way Home
- Man In The Moon
- Oh Emily
- See You Soon
- Show Me Where It Hurts
- Simple As 1 2 3
- So Let Us Create
- Stay The Night
- The Great Unknown
- The Popular Thing
- The Spiritual
- This Year
- Undeniable You
- Under My Skin
- Victoria
- When The Nights Get Long
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Verse 1:
F
He was a songwriter
Writing songs about a girl
She was a ghostwriter
Bb C
Lying to the world
Bb C
In deep anticipation
Bb C
Of a day that she had written
Bb C
And by her own admission
Bb C F
She'd be picked up kissed and twirled
Verse 2 (same as Verse 1):
He was a fearful boy
Watchful of the earth
Worried that it might split apart
And he wouldn't even hear it first
That he'd be caught in some position
Like a broken old physician
And worst of all
He feared that it would hurt
Pre-Chorus:
C Bb
He's pouring his heart out
C Bb
Is nothing gonna come of that
C Bb C Bb
So when can he finally say
Chorus:
F Gm F/A
At last at last
G/B C A/C# Dm
At last at last
C Bb C F
Oh I thought you'd never ask
Verse 3 (same as Verse 1):
Oh seven hundred letters
She cataloged them all
Dated them and numbered them
And then hid them down below
She would always keep 'em
Once a year would read them
Each time she'd be thinking
Somehow he must know
Pre-Chorus same as above
She's pouring her heart out
Is nothing gonna come of that
So when can she finally say
Chorus same as above
Bridge:
F
F B F B B F B C
F
Verse 4 (same as verse 1):
Outside of his apartment
The night was blanketed in mist
She stood looking up at his light
And thinking what it meant
It meant that he was in there breathing
What it was he was thinking
It was of her she wished he wished
Pre-Chorus same as above
They're pouring their hearts out
Is nothing gonna come of that
So when can they finally say
Chorus same as above x
End on F
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