Biografía:
Walter Etc. (formerly known as Walter Mitty And His Makeshift Orchestra) is the American musical vehicle for singer and songwriter Dustin Cole Hayes.
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¡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]
A D
A Bm D
[Verse 1]
A
Before Alberta was a gentrified mess,
D
before this whole Armageddon came on
A Bm
We rode our bikes through the rain to see the Taxpayers play
D
at some punk house that's long gone.
[Verse 2]
A
We swore we'd always make a joke of our lives
D
follow our folly and enjoy the ride
A Bm
Here I sit, thinning out in the thick of it
D
admittedly tired
A D
A Bm D
[Verse 3]
A
My dreams distort into dystopian myths
D
of writing uncrowded waves and pop songs for nihilists
A Bm
a tiny house for just the two of us
D
we'll carry on or reach Fulfillment and call it quits
[Pre-chorus]
C# D
because we're on our own, landlocked in romance
C# D
and likely embarking on a slow decline I'm sure
[Chorus]
E A
If it all just falls apart
D
or it all fits into place
Bm
either way, I'm not concerned
D Bm E
It's a perfect spiral and I see the light at the end of it's baby blue.
[Verse 4]
This is mostly drums at first but here are the what the chords would be anyways
A D
I've got this sinking feeling one of us dies before we say what we needed to say
A Bm D
So I keep our secrets and our Truths slowly folding into little wrinkles of old age
A D
So when the world falls quiet and you go in search of any signs of life
A Bm D
ya, look for my baby blue hammock swinging over the dead of winter at Short Sands because we're
[Pre-chorus]
C# D
on our own land locked in romance
C# D
politely out to make a hell of a time I'm sure...
[Chorus]
E A
If it all just falls apart
D
or it all fits into place
Bm
if it all just turns to shit
D
commence my psychologic defense
Bm
keep reminding myself
E A
if it all just falls apart
D
or it all fits into place
Bm
either way I'm not concerned
D Bm E
I'm just along for the ride and I'm trying my best not to fail you.
[Outro]
A D
A Bm D
A
A D
A Bm D
[Verse 1]
A
Before Alberta was a gentrified mess,
D
before this whole Armageddon came on
A Bm
We rode our bikes through the rain to see the Taxpayers play
D
at some punk house that's long gone.
[Verse 2]
A
We swore we'd always make a joke of our lives
D
follow our folly and enjoy the ride
A Bm
Here I sit, thinning out in the thick of it
D
admittedly tired
A D
A Bm D
[Verse 3]
A
My dreams distort into dystopian myths
D
of writing uncrowded waves and pop songs for nihilists
A Bm
a tiny house for just the two of us
D
we'll carry on or reach Fulfillment and call it quits
[Pre-chorus]
C# D
because we're on our own, landlocked in romance
C# D
and likely embarking on a slow decline I'm sure
[Chorus]
E A
If it all just falls apart
D
or it all fits into place
Bm
either way, I'm not concerned
D Bm E
It's a perfect spiral and I see the light at the end of it's baby blue.
[Verse 4]
This is mostly drums at first but here are the what the chords would be anyways
A D
I've got this sinking feeling one of us dies before we say what we needed to say
A Bm D
So I keep our secrets and our Truths slowly folding into little wrinkles of old age
A D
So when the world falls quiet and you go in search of any signs of life
A Bm D
ya, look for my baby blue hammock swinging over the dead of winter at Short Sands because we're
[Pre-chorus]
C# D
on our own land locked in romance
C# D
politely out to make a hell of a time I'm sure...
[Chorus]
E A
If it all just falls apart
D
or it all fits into place
Bm
if it all just turns to shit
D
commence my psychologic defense
Bm
keep reminding myself
E A
if it all just falls apart
D
or it all fits into place
Bm
either way I'm not concerned
D Bm E
I'm just along for the ride and I'm trying my best not to fail you.
[Outro]
A D
A Bm D
A
Walter Rollins
Walter Scheel
Walter Scherf
Walter Scott
Walter Silva
Wandra
WANDS
Wanessa
Wang Jie
Wang Leehom