Biography:
Originally from Brooklyn, New York, Miller moved with his mother to New Jersey after a brief separation of his parents, although his school was still located in the city. To counter the boredom during the long drive, Miller’s mother gave him albums to listen during the commute, including David Bowie, Elton John and Fleetwood Mac, which sparked his interest in music. "Ziggy Stardust, Elton John’s Greatest Hits, and Rumors by Fleetwood Mac, so I just listened to those non-stop, back and forth, all the time."
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G D
Jeff Buckley's Grace was playing loud as hell
Bm Em
In a back of an old dive bar
G D
So I step outside and light a cigarette
Bm Em
Taking the fumes of the passing cars
C D
loud angry drunks and a few crest punks
Bm Em
Fill every crevasse of Saint Mark's
G D
Some things have changed since back then
G D G
But the streets are still so hard
G C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G D
When New York city's lying wide awake
C G
Under the glow of street light
C D
I feel the rumble of the concrete mix
C G
On my head, lookout down
C G D
Ride through the Harlem to the interstate
C G
And my soul reunite
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
G D
Two lovers falling in each other's arms
Bm Em G
Stumbling now on the high line
D
Upon the bridge there's a broken heart
Bm Em
Screaming to his valentine
C D
Two sunken eyes at the corner shop
Bm Em
Tryina get a lucky for a dime
G D
The needle drops and the line it turns
G D G
And then it burns one right
G C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G D
When New York city's lying wide awake
C G
Under the glow of street light
C G D
I feel the rumble of the concrete mix
C G
On my head, lookout down
C G D
Ride through the Harlem to the interstate
C G
And my soul reunite
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
Am G D x1
Am
Calling out for something |
G D | x3
Calling out for something true | (hold last d on final)
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G D
When New York city's lying wide awake
C G
Under the glow of street light
C G D
I feel the rumble of the concrete mix
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G D
When New York city's lying wide awake
C G
Under the glow of street light
C G D
I feel the rumble of the concrete mix
C G
On my head, lookout down
C G D
Ride through the Harlem to the interstate
C G
And my soul reunite
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G
And my soul reunite
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
G D
Jeff Buckley's Grace was playing loud as hell
Bm Em
In a back of an old dive bar
G D
So I step outside and light a cigarette
Bm Em
Taking the fumes of the passing cars
C D
loud angry drunks and a few crest punks
Bm Em
Fill every crevasse of Saint Mark's
G D
Some things have changed since back then
G D G
But the streets are still so hard
G C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G D
When New York city's lying wide awake
C G
Under the glow of street light
C D
I feel the rumble of the concrete mix
C G
On my head, lookout down
C G D
Ride through the Harlem to the interstate
C G
And my soul reunite
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
G D
Two lovers falling in each other's arms
Bm Em G
Stumbling now on the high line
D
Upon the bridge there's a broken heart
Bm Em
Screaming to his valentine
C D
Two sunken eyes at the corner shop
Bm Em
Tryina get a lucky for a dime
G D
The needle drops and the line it turns
G D G
And then it burns one right
G C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G D
When New York city's lying wide awake
C G
Under the glow of street light
C G D
I feel the rumble of the concrete mix
C G
On my head, lookout down
C G D
Ride through the Harlem to the interstate
C G
And my soul reunite
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
Am G D x1
Am
Calling out for something |
G D | x3
Calling out for something true | (hold last d on final)
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G D
When New York city's lying wide awake
C G
Under the glow of street light
C G D
I feel the rumble of the concrete mix
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G D
When New York city's lying wide awake
C G
Under the glow of street light
C G D
I feel the rumble of the concrete mix
C G
On my head, lookout down
C G D
Ride through the Harlem to the interstate
C G
And my soul reunite
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
C G
And my soul reunite
C G
In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT
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