Biografía:
Otras canciones:
- And Maybe God Is A Train
- Androgynous
- Are You Gonna Break My Heart
- Body Was Made
- Can I Sleep In Your Brain
- Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde
- Driving Down To La
- Every Feeling
- Haunted Head
- Hour Of Deepest Need
- I Lost My Innocence
- Im Gonna Feel Every Feelin In The Book Tonight
- Little Piece Of Trash
- Lousy Connection
- Love You So Bad
- Ordinary Life
- Pot Holes
- Psalm 151
- Restless Year
- Sinking Slow
- The Great Unknown
- Watch You Go By
- Whatever
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
B F# E
[Verse 1]
B
I'm up at six
E
I get a slice of bread, I cut a hole in it
B
I crack a little egg into a frying pan
E
and I try to get my mind turned off
B
I'm naked now
E
Because it doesn't really matter when the shades are down
I was born this way I'll die this way
B E
I don't know how I'm ever gonna tell myself the truth
[Chorus]
C#m
I live alone
B A
A house without a heart is not a home
F#
I think I may destroy these things I own
B A
I'm going back way back to black and red
Inside my haunted head
[Instrumental]
E B A
[Verse 2]
E
I get the prayer shawl on
A
I wrap myself in something that is way beyond
E
anything my mind could get its dirty fingers on
A
I'm going through the motions like a champ
E
I take these aimless drives from two A.M. to four
A
I live these secret lives
E
Identities that all die off not one survives
A
By morning there's nobody at the wheel
[Chorus]
F#m
I'm out on Lake Street now
E D
I'm coming to a red light but there's no one around
B
The law sits on my shoulder and it weighs me down
E D
It's talking in a language long since dead
Inside my haunted head
[Instrumental]
A E D
[Verse 3]
A
I'm having too much fun
D
My arms around the toilet like a long-lost chum
I'm kneeling at the throne
A
I'm stricken deaf and dumb
D
I'm learning what it means to really pray
A
Tried to get cute with pain
I thought I could avoid it
D
Thought I knew that game
A
But just when you get the hang of it the rules all change
D
and you're doing time for crimes that don't exist
[Chorus]
Bm
So I sit and wait
A G
til I can finally see the sense it makes
E
I know this sick world's bound to be explained
A G
So I'm hanging on if only by a thread
Inside my haunted head
D G
(Haunted, ha-ha-haunted head)
B F# E
[Verse 1]
B
I'm up at six
E
I get a slice of bread, I cut a hole in it
B
I crack a little egg into a frying pan
E
and I try to get my mind turned off
B
I'm naked now
E
Because it doesn't really matter when the shades are down
I was born this way I'll die this way
B E
I don't know how I'm ever gonna tell myself the truth
[Chorus]
C#m
I live alone
B A
A house without a heart is not a home
F#
I think I may destroy these things I own
B A
I'm going back way back to black and red
Inside my haunted head
[Instrumental]
E B A
[Verse 2]
E
I get the prayer shawl on
A
I wrap myself in something that is way beyond
E
anything my mind could get its dirty fingers on
A
I'm going through the motions like a champ
E
I take these aimless drives from two A.M. to four
A
I live these secret lives
E
Identities that all die off not one survives
A
By morning there's nobody at the wheel
[Chorus]
F#m
I'm out on Lake Street now
E D
I'm coming to a red light but there's no one around
B
The law sits on my shoulder and it weighs me down
E D
It's talking in a language long since dead
Inside my haunted head
[Instrumental]
A E D
[Verse 3]
A
I'm having too much fun
D
My arms around the toilet like a long-lost chum
I'm kneeling at the throne
A
I'm stricken deaf and dumb
D
I'm learning what it means to really pray
A
Tried to get cute with pain
I thought I could avoid it
D
Thought I knew that game
A
But just when you get the hang of it the rules all change
D
and you're doing time for crimes that don't exist
[Chorus]
Bm
So I sit and wait
A G
til I can finally see the sense it makes
E
I know this sick world's bound to be explained
A G
So I'm hanging on if only by a thread
Inside my haunted head
D G
(Haunted, ha-ha-haunted head)
F. F. N.
F.A.N.T.A.
F.J. Crosby
F.J. McMahon
F.S.K.