Biography:
Jenny Lewis (born January 8, 1976, in Las Vegas, Nevada) is an indie folk singer/songwriter/guitarist, who is best known for being the lead singer and guitarist for the indie rock band Rilo Kiley. She has released four solo albums: 2006's "Rabbit Fur Coat" (with The Watson Twins), 2008's "Acid Tongue," 2014's "The Voyager" and 2019's "On The Line".
She is also a former child actress.
Music
In 1995, she formed the indie rock band Rilo Kiley along with her friends Pierre De Reeder, Blake Sennett and Dave Rock (later replaced by Jason Boesel).
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Other songs:
- You Are What You Love
- Acid Tongue
- Aloha And The Three Johns
- Bad Mans World
- Barking At The Moon
- Big Guns
- Born Secular
- Carpetbaggers
- Completely Not Me
- Fernando
- Godspeed
- Handle With Care
- Happy
- Head Underwater
- Heads Gonna Roll
- It Wasnt Me
- Just One Of The Guys
- Late Bloomer
- Melt Your Heart
- Paradise
- Pelican Bay
- Pretty Bird
- Red Bull Hennessy
- Rise Up With Fists
- Shes Not Me
- Silver Lining
- Sing A Song For Them
- Slippery Slopes
- The Charging Sky
- The New You
- The Next Messiah
- The Voyager
- Trying My Best To Love You
- You Cant Outrun Em
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Jenny Lewis - Heads Gonna Roll
Written out from this piano version on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5mPFr2maT4
I couldn't find a source for lyrics online so I wrote out what I hear. Not 100% sure on the lyrics
but the chords are correct. Post any lyric corrections and I'll update them.
Note: The G* chords are quick passing chords in this part of the progression.
[Intro]
F G C C7
F G C
[Verse 1]
C
Since I haven’t talked to you, I
Em
Dream about your baby blues, and
Am G
Wonder why you stopped getting high
[Verse 2]
C
And even though we were just friends, I
Em
Think of us as book ends, and I
Am G
Gonna love you till I die
[Pre-Chorus 1]
F C
And you think your going to heaven
F G
And that I am going to hell
F C
And that I’m gonna keep on dancing
F G G7
Till I hear that ringing bell
[Chorus]
F G C C7
Heads gonna roll, baby
F G C C7
Everybody’s gotta pay their toll, and maybe
F G
After all is said and done
Am G F
We’ll all be skulls
F G C
Heads gonna roll (roll)
[Verse 3]
C
Took a little trip up north, in a
Em
Borrowed convertible red Porsche, with a
Am G
Narcoleptic poet from Duluth
[Verse 4]
C
And we, disagreed about everything, from
Em
Elliot Smith to Grenadine, he
Am G
Fell asleep and I put up the roof
[Pre-Chorus 2]
F C
And he took me to a graveyard
F G
I thought he’d kill me there
F C
And he kissed me on the corner
F G G7
While the nuns of Harlem stared, Oh-h
[Chorus]
F G C C7
heads gonna roll, baby
F G C C7
Everybody’s gotta pay their toll, and maybe
F G
After all is said and done
Am G F
We’ll all be skulls
F G C
Heads gonna roll (roll)
[Break]
F G C C7
F G C
[Verse 5]
C
Smoking Marlboro cigarettes
Em
Almost makes me forget, about
Am G
Riding on a private jet with you
[Verse 6]
C
I hope the sycophants in Marrakesh
Em
Make you feel your very best
Am G
Anonymity must make you blue
[Pre-Chorus 3]
F C
And you think I’m going to Heaven
F G
And that you are going to hell
F C
With your back to the Medina
F G G7
As if you were in jail
[Chorus]
F G C C7
Heads gonna roll, baby
F G C C7
Everybodys gotta pay their toll, and maybe
F G
After all is said and done,
Am G F
we’ll all be skulls
F G C C7
Heads gonna roll (roll)
[Chorus 2]
F G C C7
Heads gonna roll, ladies
F G C C7
Were gonna drink until they close, and maybe
F G
A little bit of hooking up
Am F
Is good for the soul
F G C
Heads gonna roll
Written out from this piano version on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5mPFr2maT4
I couldn't find a source for lyrics online so I wrote out what I hear. Not 100% sure on the lyrics
but the chords are correct. Post any lyric corrections and I'll update them.
Note: The G* chords are quick passing chords in this part of the progression.
[Intro]
F G C C7
F G C
[Verse 1]
C
Since I haven’t talked to you, I
Em
Dream about your baby blues, and
Am G
Wonder why you stopped getting high
[Verse 2]
C
And even though we were just friends, I
Em
Think of us as book ends, and I
Am G
Gonna love you till I die
[Pre-Chorus 1]
F C
And you think your going to heaven
F G
And that I am going to hell
F C
And that I’m gonna keep on dancing
F G G7
Till I hear that ringing bell
[Chorus]
F G C C7
Heads gonna roll, baby
F G C C7
Everybody’s gotta pay their toll, and maybe
F G
After all is said and done
Am G F
We’ll all be skulls
F G C
Heads gonna roll (roll)
[Verse 3]
C
Took a little trip up north, in a
Em
Borrowed convertible red Porsche, with a
Am G
Narcoleptic poet from Duluth
[Verse 4]
C
And we, disagreed about everything, from
Em
Elliot Smith to Grenadine, he
Am G
Fell asleep and I put up the roof
[Pre-Chorus 2]
F C
And he took me to a graveyard
F G
I thought he’d kill me there
F C
And he kissed me on the corner
F G G7
While the nuns of Harlem stared, Oh-h
[Chorus]
F G C C7
heads gonna roll, baby
F G C C7
Everybody’s gotta pay their toll, and maybe
F G
After all is said and done
Am G F
We’ll all be skulls
F G C
Heads gonna roll (roll)
[Break]
F G C C7
F G C
[Verse 5]
C
Smoking Marlboro cigarettes
Em
Almost makes me forget, about
Am G
Riding on a private jet with you
[Verse 6]
C
I hope the sycophants in Marrakesh
Em
Make you feel your very best
Am G
Anonymity must make you blue
[Pre-Chorus 3]
F C
And you think I’m going to Heaven
F G
And that you are going to hell
F C
With your back to the Medina
F G G7
As if you were in jail
[Chorus]
F G C C7
Heads gonna roll, baby
F G C C7
Everybodys gotta pay their toll, and maybe
F G
After all is said and done,
Am G F
we’ll all be skulls
F G C C7
Heads gonna roll (roll)
[Chorus 2]
F G C C7
Heads gonna roll, ladies
F G C C7
Were gonna drink until they close, and maybe
F G
A little bit of hooking up
Am F
Is good for the soul
F G C
Heads gonna roll
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