Biography:
Saturday Looks Good to Me is an indie pop band from Ann Arbor, Michigan that formed in 1999. The group is led by singer-songwriter, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Fred Thomas (former member of His Name Is Alive).
They are based in Ann Arbor and Detroit. Through Thomas, the group's major songwriter, the group creates intricate soundscapes which harken back to Detroit soul, such as Motown, as well as some of the better recordings by The Beach Boys and productions of Phil Spector.
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This song has 2 different versions on 2 albums:
Saturday Looks Good to Me (2000) - 1/2 step down, last chorus is a-Capella
All Your Summer Songs (2003) - standard tuning.
D A Bm F#m
I don't know if i can find a way to keep
A D E
All the secrets that you told me in your sleep
D A Bm F#m
And i'm amazed that you still find the space to dream
A D E
In the shadows of a town made out of thieves
D A Bm F#m
Who would drown the sound of history repeating
A D E
With the ambulances screaming up the street
Ebm Bb Ebm
So sing to me
B F# B F#
Don't let me fall asleep to the sound of cold machines
B F#
Or the smell of gasoline
B C#
Or the weight of destiny
Ebm Bb Ebm
Don't make me wait
B F#
I've been waiting here all night
B C#
I've been waiting my whole life
D A Bm F#m
A D E
Somewhere the ghosts of factory workers dance
With the ghosts of kids who never had a chance
And we still hear it out our window every night
Like a fistfight in an ambulance
Ebm Bb Ebm
B F# B F#
B F# B C#
Sing me a song, don't let me think too long
About what I'm trying to say
A broken fire escape
Or how long I had to wait
Saturday Looks Good to Me (2000) - 1/2 step down, last chorus is a-Capella
All Your Summer Songs (2003) - standard tuning.
D A Bm F#m
I don't know if i can find a way to keep
A D E
All the secrets that you told me in your sleep
D A Bm F#m
And i'm amazed that you still find the space to dream
A D E
In the shadows of a town made out of thieves
D A Bm F#m
Who would drown the sound of history repeating
A D E
With the ambulances screaming up the street
Ebm Bb Ebm
So sing to me
B F# B F#
Don't let me fall asleep to the sound of cold machines
B F#
Or the smell of gasoline
B C#
Or the weight of destiny
Ebm Bb Ebm
Don't make me wait
B F#
I've been waiting here all night
B C#
I've been waiting my whole life
D A Bm F#m
A D E
Somewhere the ghosts of factory workers dance
With the ghosts of kids who never had a chance
And we still hear it out our window every night
Like a fistfight in an ambulance
Ebm Bb Ebm
B F# B F#
B F# B C#
Sing me a song, don't let me think too long
About what I'm trying to say
A broken fire escape
Or how long I had to wait
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