Biography:
Nicole Dollanganger is a singer-songwriter from Stouffville, an eerily silent suburb of Toronto. She has been releasing her music without any label support via https://nicoledollanganger.bandcamp.com since 2012 before she was signed in 2015 by Eerie Organization, the collective/artist incubator run by Claire Boucher aka Grimes. Her music is characterized by her innocent-sounding voice accompanied by a spare instrumentation that stands in stark contrast to dark, sometimes macabre lyrics.
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Other songs:
- 700 Club
- Angels Of Porn
- Barren
- Chapel
- Coma Baby
- Iswmuomwn
- Lemonade
- Please Eat
- Sweet Girl
- Ugly
- You're So Cool
- American Tradition
- Angels Of Porn Ii
- Ball Jointed Doll Harry
- Candy Apple
- Creekside Blues Ukulele
- Dog Teeth
- Executioner
- Ghosts
- Mean
- My Baby
- My Pug
- Please Just Stay Dead
- Poachers Pride
- Rabid
- Rampage
- Tammy Faye
- True Love Cafe
- Uncle
- Valley Of The Dead
- Youre So Cool
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!
I put spaces in the lines to mimic the rhythmic pauses in the song. Hope it's good. If you really wanted
to simplify, you could omit the A chord that happens at the end of each verse line.
[Intro]
D F#m E A x2
[Verse 1]
D F#m E A
He wants to lift weights like a fighter
D F#m E A
We put the medals on the wall
D F#m E A
In the room of starving vultures
D F#m E A
Gold trophies, he got ‘em all
[Verse 2]
D F#m E A
He wants to be just like his father
D F#m E A
We play the knife game on the table
D F#m E A
I bleed to death, it doesn't matter
D F#m E A
Cuz my baby, he's still the winner
[Chorus]
D F#m E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
D F#m E
Things don’t go like they should
D F#m E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
D F#m E
Things don’t go like they should
[Verse 3]
D F#m E A
Sleep on the carpet through the night
D F#m E A
We're living off a TV dinner
D F#m E A
Hanging me up by his gold chain
D F#m E A
He used to be a hockey player
[Verse 4]
D F#m E A
I used to be a figure skater
D F#m E A
Cutting my leg with the blade
D F#m E A
In the blue and red arena
D F#m E A
Trying to pretend we're the same
[Chorus]
D F#m E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
D F#m E
Things don’t go like they should
D F#m E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
D F#m E
Things don’t go like they should
to simplify, you could omit the A chord that happens at the end of each verse line.
[Intro]
D F#m E A x2
[Verse 1]
D F#m E A
He wants to lift weights like a fighter
D F#m E A
We put the medals on the wall
D F#m E A
In the room of starving vultures
D F#m E A
Gold trophies, he got ‘em all
[Verse 2]
D F#m E A
He wants to be just like his father
D F#m E A
We play the knife game on the table
D F#m E A
I bleed to death, it doesn't matter
D F#m E A
Cuz my baby, he's still the winner
[Chorus]
D F#m E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
D F#m E
Things don’t go like they should
D F#m E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
D F#m E
Things don’t go like they should
[Verse 3]
D F#m E A
Sleep on the carpet through the night
D F#m E A
We're living off a TV dinner
D F#m E A
Hanging me up by his gold chain
D F#m E A
He used to be a hockey player
[Verse 4]
D F#m E A
I used to be a figure skater
D F#m E A
Cutting my leg with the blade
D F#m E A
In the blue and red arena
D F#m E A
Trying to pretend we're the same
[Chorus]
D F#m E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
D F#m E
Things don’t go like they should
D F#m E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
D F#m E
Things don’t go like they should
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