Biografia:
About Matt Pless
"The trouble with writing about yourself is that you can't fool around. If you write about someone else, you can stretch the truth from here to Finland. If you write about yourself, the slightest deviation makes you realize instantly that there may be honor among thieves, but you are just a dirty liar."------Groucho Marx-------- Matt Pless is a solo artist from Baltimore Maryland. He has played shows all over the country, from the streets and subways of New York City, to sunny Venice Beach California.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
This is just for the chords, not for the specific notes of the plucking pattern.
Capo 5
C E F C F G C
C E
It's 3 AM, and the conversation's spent.
F C F G
She's waiting on the bedside wrapped within the static wind and she's got
C E
powders and pills, chasing thrills through dollar bills,
F C F G
tracing lines of her reflection with her senses so distilled
Am G
as she drifts on through this dream.
C E Am
She can share her medication but she can't outrun the rain when clearly
F C F C F C F G
here she stands, with candy in her hands, she offers up the pixie dust and separates the sand,
and I'll say:
F C F C
"It's alright. No need to ask me twice."
F C E Am
She spins the ring so she can sing the crayon song tonight.
F G C
She's gonna sing the crayon song tonight.
C E F C F G C
C E
When she calls you can find her in the hall.
F C F G
Where she's scribbling up pictures she hangs crooked on the wall. She's framing
C E F C F G
false alarms until her chamber maids have gone, then she'll sleep beside the music box whose tune keeps playing on.
Am G
Her behavior seems insane,
C E Am
cause we both now you might overdose from trying to kill the pain, but lately:
F C F C F C F G
here we stand, with candy in our hands, let's mix us up some pixie dust and sprinkle in the sand. We'll just say:
F C F C F C E Am
"It's alright. 'Til once turns into twice. Let's spin the ring so we can sing the crayon song tonight."
F G C
We're gonna sing the crayon song tonight.
Am F C G
I'm off to wander with my lover in her bag of pretty colors.
Am F C G
Off to wander with my lover in her bag of pretty colors.
F G
C E
Fan the flame and erase another day,
F C F G
she'll be running all the red lights 'til the candles melt away along this
C E
empty road, where the flowers never grow,
F C F G
casting shadows drenched in sorrow from a life she'll spend alone
Am G
until the sunshine sets her free.
C E Am
It appears that you've been down so long it looks like up to me but sadly:
F C F C F C F G
here I stand, with candy in my hands, I'm mixed up with the pixie dust and sinking in the sand and something's
F C F C F C E Am
not quite right. Sometimes you should think twice. I spun the rings and now I'll sing the crayon song all night.
F G C
We're gonna sing the crayon song tonight.
Am F C G
I'm off to wander with my lover in her bag of pretty colors.
Am F C G
Off to wander with my lover in her bag of pretty colors.
C E F C F G C
Capo 5
C E F C F G C
C E
It's 3 AM, and the conversation's spent.
F C F G
She's waiting on the bedside wrapped within the static wind and she's got
C E
powders and pills, chasing thrills through dollar bills,
F C F G
tracing lines of her reflection with her senses so distilled
Am G
as she drifts on through this dream.
C E Am
She can share her medication but she can't outrun the rain when clearly
F C F C F C F G
here she stands, with candy in her hands, she offers up the pixie dust and separates the sand,
and I'll say:
F C F C
"It's alright. No need to ask me twice."
F C E Am
She spins the ring so she can sing the crayon song tonight.
F G C
She's gonna sing the crayon song tonight.
C E F C F G C
C E
When she calls you can find her in the hall.
F C F G
Where she's scribbling up pictures she hangs crooked on the wall. She's framing
C E F C F G
false alarms until her chamber maids have gone, then she'll sleep beside the music box whose tune keeps playing on.
Am G
Her behavior seems insane,
C E Am
cause we both now you might overdose from trying to kill the pain, but lately:
F C F C F C F G
here we stand, with candy in our hands, let's mix us up some pixie dust and sprinkle in the sand. We'll just say:
F C F C F C E Am
"It's alright. 'Til once turns into twice. Let's spin the ring so we can sing the crayon song tonight."
F G C
We're gonna sing the crayon song tonight.
Am F C G
I'm off to wander with my lover in her bag of pretty colors.
Am F C G
Off to wander with my lover in her bag of pretty colors.
F G
C E
Fan the flame and erase another day,
F C F G
she'll be running all the red lights 'til the candles melt away along this
C E
empty road, where the flowers never grow,
F C F G
casting shadows drenched in sorrow from a life she'll spend alone
Am G
until the sunshine sets her free.
C E Am
It appears that you've been down so long it looks like up to me but sadly:
F C F C F C F G
here I stand, with candy in my hands, I'm mixed up with the pixie dust and sinking in the sand and something's
F C F C F C E Am
not quite right. Sometimes you should think twice. I spun the rings and now I'll sing the crayon song all night.
F G C
We're gonna sing the crayon song tonight.
Am F C G
I'm off to wander with my lover in her bag of pretty colors.
Am F C G
Off to wander with my lover in her bag of pretty colors.
C E F C F G C
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