Biography:
Dear Reader (formerly known as Harris Tweed), is an alternative pop band, from Johannesburg, South Africa. The band was formed in 2006 by singer-songwriter-pianist Cherilyn MacNeil and producer/bassist Darryl Torr. In 2010 the two amicably parted ways, and Dear Reader is now the solo project of MacNeil, who currently resides in Berlin.
In August 2006 MacNeil and Torr released their first album The Younger, through South African record label, Just Music), under the band name, Harris Tweed.
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Capo on 2nd fret.
G Am
Why is it that sadness doesn't make a sound?
Em C
I don't want you around
G Am
I gave you all I had, then you swiftly gave it back
Em C
I don't know what you want
D Em C Am
(Ooooooh... Oooooh) (x2)
G Am
Everything is caving, falling into ruin
Em C
Everybody learns
G Am
We spend most our lives just picking up the mess
Em C
But there is never less
D Em C Am
Ooooooh... Oooooh. (x2)
G Am
A broken little boy from the window where he fell
Em C
I did not love him well
G Am
If Jesus is my friend then I don't know where he went
Em C
With the heart that he stole
Em G
I look in your eyes and there I see
D Am
A version of me I'd like to meet
Em G
While lying alone inside the dark
D Am
Wondering what our lives are for
C Em
I must cut them out and zip them up
G D
In the palms of my hands so I can look
Em G
Whenever I feel like giving up
D Am
But then you'd be blind so I must stop
G Am
Why is it that sadness doesn't make a sound?
Em C
I don't want you around
G Am
I gave you all I had, then you swiftly gave it back
Em C
I don't know what you want
D Em C Am
(Ooooooh... Oooooh) (x2)
G Am
Everything is caving, falling into ruin
Em C
Everybody learns
G Am
We spend most our lives just picking up the mess
Em C
But there is never less
D Em C Am
Ooooooh... Oooooh. (x2)
G Am
A broken little boy from the window where he fell
Em C
I did not love him well
G Am
If Jesus is my friend then I don't know where he went
Em C
With the heart that he stole
Em G
I look in your eyes and there I see
D Am
A version of me I'd like to meet
Em G
While lying alone inside the dark
D Am
Wondering what our lives are for
C Em
I must cut them out and zip them up
G D
In the palms of my hands so I can look
Em G
Whenever I feel like giving up
D Am
But then you'd be blind so I must stop
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Death From Above (...)
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