Biography:
Semi-acoustic folk-punk from Kent, Ohio. Has a split with Andy Cook from Ghost Town Trio called "Through Leaves, Over Bridges" and a new record called "Rhetoric" out now, both on Sunshine Records. For fans of anything.
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Bricks (Acoustic) - American War
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Tabbed by: Kris
Email: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard, Capo on 5
Not sure if that second chord is actually c# but thats what we're gonna call it.
C C#(?) G Am
e(-----0----------0---------3--------0--)
G(-----1----------1---------3--------1--)
B(-----0----------2---------0--------2--)
A(-----2----------3---------0--------2--)
F(-----3----------0---------2--------0--)
E(-----0----------0---------3--------0--)
Intro
C C# C G
C C# Am G F
C C#
White were the walls that encased my body
C G
White were the hands that locked me inside
C C#
White was the color of every other stripe
Am G F
Of the flag that watched over our dreams
C G Am C#
If labels are limits, then those sirens are blaring
C G Am
Behind us as we fly on by
C G Am C#
Screaming 'get back here you dirty sons of bitches
C G Am
Can't you read that fucking sign?'
C C#
White were the sheets upon which I slumbered
C G
White was the lights that awoke me
C C#
White was the noise that echoed down the hallway
Am G F
And silently rattled through my brain
C G Am C#
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that
C G Am
Glass ceiling overhead
C G Am C#
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet
C G Am
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
Outro
C C# C G
C C# Am G F
C G Am C#
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that
C G Am (x2)
Glass ceiling overhead
C G Am C#
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet
C G Am(x2)
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
C G Am(x2)
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
Bricks (Acoustic) - American War
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Tabbed by: Kris
Email: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard, Capo on 5
Not sure if that second chord is actually c# but thats what we're gonna call it.
C C#(?) G Am
e(-----0----------0---------3--------0--)
G(-----1----------1---------3--------1--)
B(-----0----------2---------0--------2--)
A(-----2----------3---------0--------2--)
F(-----3----------0---------2--------0--)
E(-----0----------0---------3--------0--)
Intro
C C# C G
C C# Am G F
C C#
White were the walls that encased my body
C G
White were the hands that locked me inside
C C#
White was the color of every other stripe
Am G F
Of the flag that watched over our dreams
C G Am C#
If labels are limits, then those sirens are blaring
C G Am
Behind us as we fly on by
C G Am C#
Screaming 'get back here you dirty sons of bitches
C G Am
Can't you read that fucking sign?'
C C#
White were the sheets upon which I slumbered
C G
White was the lights that awoke me
C C#
White was the noise that echoed down the hallway
Am G F
And silently rattled through my brain
C G Am C#
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that
C G Am
Glass ceiling overhead
C G Am C#
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet
C G Am
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
Outro
C C# C G
C C# Am G F
C G Am C#
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that
C G Am (x2)
Glass ceiling overhead
C G Am C#
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet
C G Am(x2)
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
C G Am(x2)
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
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Amie Miriello
Amigdala (Indone (...)
Amigo The Devil
Amigos