Biography:
+1476+ is the New England-based project of Neil DeRosa and Robb Kavjian. Self-described as Hermetic Deth Rock, they released their first full-length album A Wolf’s Age in early 2010, an ambitious and heavy indie rock release with hints of death rock, post punk, and shoegaze. The subject matter courses through occult and mythological themes as well as loves and lives lost.
In November of 2010, they released the experimental acoustic EP Smoke In The Sky.
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I messed up in the first tabs I made for this song on the chorus so here's the real deal
once again I would like to thank Fitzy!
HA!
A E F#m
F#min
The night is raining, full of trees of dead and drowning leaves
C#m
Like a wilted poem, A decrepit home made up with floors of three
E
And my demon’s in the distance I am scared and so is she
F#m
I follow…
(arpagiate the chords here on the)
F#m
The little ones of coldest stares with their skin ripped off in places
C#m
Bleeding thoughts with mouths agape eyes filled with marble casings
E (go down the scale starting on the 5th fret 1st string high E)
And I feel their lonesome artist he is near and he is pacing
F#m
His heart is hollow…
A E F#m A E F#m E Bmin
F#m E Bmin F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m E Bmin F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m E Bmin F#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones
D
A monitor is shining on three faces
A
Through the crescent glass
C#m
I’ve seen this older place before
E (7th freat
And its life will never pass
D
I move into its half-light
A
And its hold is holding fast
C#m
It’s awake…
E
It's awake... Oh its awake
(solo)
F#m
Tiny, stuffy project place the stove-light glow adorns
C#m
Their faces pass, their skin burnt black they howl like a storm
E
And I see them through the screen it is dirty, it is torn
F#m
They scream and curse and cry…
F#m
There’s an Elm churchyard I watch myself inside
C#m
We’re laughing and we’re talking of how we conduct our lives
E
The north’s brutal daughter seduces raising her hips high
F#m
I open up my eyes…
Whoa!!!
A E F#m A EF#mE Bmin
F#m E Bmin F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m E Bmin F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m E BminF#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones
outro
F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m
once again I would like to thank Fitzy!
HA!
A E F#m
F#min
The night is raining, full of trees of dead and drowning leaves
C#m
Like a wilted poem, A decrepit home made up with floors of three
E
And my demon’s in the distance I am scared and so is she
F#m
I follow…
(arpagiate the chords here on the)
F#m
The little ones of coldest stares with their skin ripped off in places
C#m
Bleeding thoughts with mouths agape eyes filled with marble casings
E (go down the scale starting on the 5th fret 1st string high E)
And I feel their lonesome artist he is near and he is pacing
F#m
His heart is hollow…
A E F#m A E F#m E Bmin
F#m E Bmin F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m E Bmin F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m E Bmin F#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones
D
A monitor is shining on three faces
A
Through the crescent glass
C#m
I’ve seen this older place before
E (7th freat
And its life will never pass
D
I move into its half-light
A
And its hold is holding fast
C#m
It’s awake…
E
It's awake... Oh its awake
(solo)
F#m
Tiny, stuffy project place the stove-light glow adorns
C#m
Their faces pass, their skin burnt black they howl like a storm
E
And I see them through the screen it is dirty, it is torn
F#m
They scream and curse and cry…
F#m
There’s an Elm churchyard I watch myself inside
C#m
We’re laughing and we’re talking of how we conduct our lives
E
The north’s brutal daughter seduces raising her hips high
F#m
I open up my eyes…
Whoa!!!
A E F#m A EF#mE Bmin
F#m E Bmin F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m E Bmin F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m E BminF#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones
outro
F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m
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