Biography:
The home-grown production line has been in overdrive of late in the rock world, and High Wycombe-based quintet, Young Guns, are proof that it’s showing no signs of fatigue.
Their four track debut EP, ‘Mirrors’, has been produced by former SikTh members Dan Weller and Justin Hill (Enter Shikari, Haunts, Gallows), and covers a host of subjects, from party-induced-excess and temptation, to adolescent aspirations and dependency, and all this in little more than 16 minutes.
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Intro: G#m E (x2)
Verse 1:
G#m
Every hour is a season
E
Every minute lasts a day
G#m
So I sit here picking stitches
E
I find comfort in decay
F# E
How I long to fill my lungs
Chorus (no words):
G#m E B F# (x2)
Verse 2:
G#m
So tell me how does it feel to,
E
Breathe air cold and clean
G#m E
'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen
F# E
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
F# E
But even under cover I still choke
Chorus:
G#m E B
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
F#
(Even if they weren't)
G#m E B
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
F#
(Leave behind the Earth)
G#m E
There's no poetry in my soul,
B F#
Just a list of lies I've told,
G#m E B F#
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Solo bridge: G#m E G#m F# E G#m E F# (not sure about that, I just leaned on the bass tab from UG)
G#m E
Poetry, in my soul. List of lies, that I've told... (x2)
Chorus (two times, second time quietly, almost whispering):
G#m E B
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
F#
(Even if they weren't)
G#m E B
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
F#
(Leave behind the Earth)
G#m E
There's no poetry in my soul,
B F#
Just a list of lies I've told,
G#m E B F#
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Verse 1:
G#m
Every hour is a season
E
Every minute lasts a day
G#m
So I sit here picking stitches
E
I find comfort in decay
F# E
How I long to fill my lungs
Chorus (no words):
G#m E B F# (x2)
Verse 2:
G#m
So tell me how does it feel to,
E
Breathe air cold and clean
G#m E
'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen
F# E
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
F# E
But even under cover I still choke
Chorus:
G#m E B
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
F#
(Even if they weren't)
G#m E B
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
F#
(Leave behind the Earth)
G#m E
There's no poetry in my soul,
B F#
Just a list of lies I've told,
G#m E B F#
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Solo bridge: G#m E G#m F# E G#m E F# (not sure about that, I just leaned on the bass tab from UG)
G#m E
Poetry, in my soul. List of lies, that I've told... (x2)
Chorus (two times, second time quietly, almost whispering):
G#m E B
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
F#
(Even if they weren't)
G#m E B
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
F#
(Leave behind the Earth)
G#m E
There's no poetry in my soul,
B F#
Just a list of lies I've told,
G#m E B F#
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
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