Biography:
Tom Frampton is a part of the Riot Folk collective, and comes from New Haven, Connecticut. His music is generally classed as "folk-punk", and his songs often have political - specifically anarchist - themes.
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Other songs:
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D D/C# D/B
Another night I'm coming home
Asus4 G
Without a shred of faith in anybody
G/F# Em7
Excepting myself,
Asus4 A D
And even there I've got my doubts
D/C#
We talked all night,
D/B
And forced our lives
Asus4
And views on everybody
G G/F#
But nothing seems to be moving
Em7 Asus4 A D
Anywhere, or have I just lost the route?
D/C#
I'm feeling broke inside
D/B Asus4
I choke a cry and hope to die
Bm G A D
What the hell am I doing here
Bm G A D
I think I wasted a whole year
D D/C# D/B
Another fight another black eye
Asus4 G
Turn your back and walk away
G/F# Em7
Sleepwalk though history
Asus4 A D
And then you go and disappear
D/C# D/B
All this despite the fact you said
Asus4 G
We'd never ever go astray
G/F# Em7
But if Elm City burns tonight
Asus4 A D
I don't think I'd shed a tear
D/C#
I'm feeling broke inside
D/B Asus4
I choke a cry and hope to die
Bm G A D
What the hell am I doing here
Bm G A D
I think I wasted a whole year
A
She calls me on the telephone
G
She's been drunk for
D
Three weeks straight
Bm G
And her voice starts to quiver
D A
And my faith starts to shake
A
And for all I fucking care
G D
Why don't you drink yourself to death
Bm G
‘Cause after all that I've lost
D A
You know I'm all that I've got left
A/G A/F# A/E
D D/C#
The snowfall's white,
D/B
There’s not a sound
Asus4 G
It covers all our old hypocrisies
G/F# Em7
And with borders gone
Asus4 A D
I've forgot which side I'm on
D/C#
You talk of rights
D/B Asus4
As though we truly knew democracy
G G/F#
But tonight I just can't buy it,
Em7 Asus4 A D
Tonight by ideals are long time gone
D/C#
I'm feeling broke inside
D/B Asus4
I choke a cry and hope to die
Bm G A D
What the hell am I doing here
Bm G A D
I think I wasted a whole year
A
She calls me on the telephone
G
She's been drunk for
D
Three weeks straight
Bm G
And her voice starts to quiver
D A
And my faith starts to shake
A
And for all I fucking care
G D
Why don't you drink yourself to death
Bm G
‘Cause after all that I've lost
D A
You know I'm all that I've got left
A/G A/F# A/E
D
Another night I'm coming home
Asus4 G
Without a shred of faith in anybody
G/F# Em7
Excepting myself,
Asus4 A D
And even there I've got my doubts
D/C#
We talked all night,
D/B
And forced our lives
Asus4
And views on everybody
G G/F#
But nothing seems to be moving
Em7 Asus4 A D
Anywhere, or have I just lost the route?
D/C#
I'm feeling broke inside
D/B Asus4
I choke a cry and hope to die
Bm G A D
What the hell am I doing here
Bm G A D
I think I wasted a whole year
D D/C# D/B
Another fight another black eye
Asus4 G
Turn your back and walk away
G/F# Em7
Sleepwalk though history
Asus4 A D
And then you go and disappear
D/C# D/B
All this despite the fact you said
Asus4 G
We'd never ever go astray
G/F# Em7
But if Elm City burns tonight
Asus4 A D
I don't think I'd shed a tear
D/C#
I'm feeling broke inside
D/B Asus4
I choke a cry and hope to die
Bm G A D
What the hell am I doing here
Bm G A D
I think I wasted a whole year
A
She calls me on the telephone
G
She's been drunk for
D
Three weeks straight
Bm G
And her voice starts to quiver
D A
And my faith starts to shake
A
And for all I fucking care
G D
Why don't you drink yourself to death
Bm G
‘Cause after all that I've lost
D A
You know I'm all that I've got left
A/G A/F# A/E
D D/C#
The snowfall's white,
D/B
There’s not a sound
Asus4 G
It covers all our old hypocrisies
G/F# Em7
And with borders gone
Asus4 A D
I've forgot which side I'm on
D/C#
You talk of rights
D/B Asus4
As though we truly knew democracy
G G/F#
But tonight I just can't buy it,
Em7 Asus4 A D
Tonight by ideals are long time gone
D/C#
I'm feeling broke inside
D/B Asus4
I choke a cry and hope to die
Bm G A D
What the hell am I doing here
Bm G A D
I think I wasted a whole year
A
She calls me on the telephone
G
She's been drunk for
D
Three weeks straight
Bm G
And her voice starts to quiver
D A
And my faith starts to shake
A
And for all I fucking care
G D
Why don't you drink yourself to death
Bm G
‘Cause after all that I've lost
D A
You know I'm all that I've got left
A/G A/F# A/E
D
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