Biography:
Sometime at the turn of the century a small gang of boys grouped together in the noble pursuit of transcending suburban boredom through the traditional performance of punk rock songs. 3 of these young products of white America never moved on from this adolescent rebellion phase, and 9 years later The Max Levine Ensemble continues to rock basements, bombed out buildings and other holes in the fabric of the status quo, with lofty aspirations of creating
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[Intro]
D Em G D x2
[Verse]
D
well you're empty and you're aching
G
and you don't know why,
Em
like a verse outta rhythm with
D
words that strain to rhyme.
D
well i've heard the leaves that are green
G
will surely turn to brown,
Em
leaving nothing but the dead and the dying
D
in my little town.
[Chorus]
G
but i say "oh no,
D
just wait until the evening comes."
G
i say "oh no,
D
just wait until the evening comes.
Em
things will get better
G D
once we live the winter far behind,
Em
yeah things will get better
G D
once we live the winter far behind."
[Verse]
D
well you got a lot of questions
Em
that you know you just can't ask,
G
because you might offend or lose a friend
D
or get an answer you don't wanna have.
D
she says "it's hard when you look for love
Em
in all the wrong places."
G
and i said "yeah, well it's even harder
D
when you're looking out at all those same old faces."
[Chorus]
G
but i say "oh no,
D
just wait until the evening comes."
G
i say "oh no,
D
just wait until the evening comes.
Em
things will get better
G D
once we live the winter far behind,
Em
yeah things will get better
G D
once we live the winter far behind.
Em
Yeah things will get better
Em
(things will get better)
G
once we leave the winter
G
(once we leave the winter)
D
far behind."
[Outro]
Em G D
Em G A D
D Em G D x2
[Verse]
D
well you're empty and you're aching
G
and you don't know why,
Em
like a verse outta rhythm with
D
words that strain to rhyme.
D
well i've heard the leaves that are green
G
will surely turn to brown,
Em
leaving nothing but the dead and the dying
D
in my little town.
[Chorus]
G
but i say "oh no,
D
just wait until the evening comes."
G
i say "oh no,
D
just wait until the evening comes.
Em
things will get better
G D
once we live the winter far behind,
Em
yeah things will get better
G D
once we live the winter far behind."
[Verse]
D
well you got a lot of questions
Em
that you know you just can't ask,
G
because you might offend or lose a friend
D
or get an answer you don't wanna have.
D
she says "it's hard when you look for love
Em
in all the wrong places."
G
and i said "yeah, well it's even harder
D
when you're looking out at all those same old faces."
[Chorus]
G
but i say "oh no,
D
just wait until the evening comes."
G
i say "oh no,
D
just wait until the evening comes.
Em
things will get better
G D
once we live the winter far behind,
Em
yeah things will get better
G D
once we live the winter far behind.
Em
Yeah things will get better
Em
(things will get better)
G
once we leave the winter
G
(once we leave the winter)
D
far behind."
[Outro]
Em G D
Em G A D
The Maze
The McCain Broth (...)
The McCalmans
The McCarters
The McClymonts
The Medic Droid
The Meercats
The Megas
The Mellowells
The Melodians