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!
[Verse 1]
Gm
Look at all the many colors, so exquisitely embroidered,
F
delicately and precisely sewn into a line
Gm
organized in harmony, relationships so intricate
F
how’d I ever come across a tapestry so fine?
Gm Eb
but what is this?
F Gm Eb
you’re burning holes in my stitching
F Gm Eb
the colours bleeding into one big mess
D F Eb D
did you guess, I’d let this fabric fra-ay?
[Chorus 1]
Eb F D
I’m meddling with murderers who still deserve to pay for their insanity, and though I’m
Eb F D
one of them, I’m rarest of my kind, for many fell but only I arose. It's
Eb F D
been so long, since I’ve seen the sun, who’s to say if the colours have faded?
Eb F D
Locked away so long, now jaded, left only to decay
[Hook]
Eb F D
I’m Mary. I feel like Mary in this dress. I’m Mary.
[Verse 2]
Gm
And virgin journeys lie before us, patient and inscrutable
F
There’s clouds of visions, crowds of villains, mulling in withdrawal
Gm
And who would make the sacrifice, who but I is suitable?
F
who but the sharp dressed woman with a dull chainsaw?
Gm Eb F
I mean no insult, but I’m fed
Gm Eb F
up. It’s my fault, gave you the go ahead
Gm Eb D
I’ve lost my way, my hopeful days
F Eb D
are just as dead as I am
[Chorus 2]
Eb F
And failure on my part to intercede has now ironically
D
or cosmically, like poetry, come in between our destiny
Eb F
and us but now there’s nothing left and nobody to meddle with
D
to try and make it better, it’s unsettling, to mother nothing
Eb F
Mightn’t I have seen this coming on the horizon?
D
storms of green and orange, this world of monsters taking form
Eb F
but no, it is my fate to simply fade away like wind
D
like someone else that I could name that shouldn’t have been born
[Outro]
Eb F
Of Mary. I feel like Mary in this dress.
D Gm
I’m Mary and I’ve nothing to confess
Eb F
but hear me, cause no-one else is left
D
I’m Mary…
Gm Eb Gm Eb
I’m Mary
Gm Eb Gm Eb
I’m Mary
Gm Eb Gm Eb
Gm
Look at all the many colors, so exquisitely embroidered,
F
delicately and precisely sewn into a line
Gm
organized in harmony, relationships so intricate
F
how’d I ever come across a tapestry so fine?
Gm Eb
but what is this?
F Gm Eb
you’re burning holes in my stitching
F Gm Eb
the colours bleeding into one big mess
D F Eb D
did you guess, I’d let this fabric fra-ay?
[Chorus 1]
Eb F D
I’m meddling with murderers who still deserve to pay for their insanity, and though I’m
Eb F D
one of them, I’m rarest of my kind, for many fell but only I arose. It's
Eb F D
been so long, since I’ve seen the sun, who’s to say if the colours have faded?
Eb F D
Locked away so long, now jaded, left only to decay
[Hook]
Eb F D
I’m Mary. I feel like Mary in this dress. I’m Mary.
[Verse 2]
Gm
And virgin journeys lie before us, patient and inscrutable
F
There’s clouds of visions, crowds of villains, mulling in withdrawal
Gm
And who would make the sacrifice, who but I is suitable?
F
who but the sharp dressed woman with a dull chainsaw?
Gm Eb F
I mean no insult, but I’m fed
Gm Eb F
up. It’s my fault, gave you the go ahead
Gm Eb D
I’ve lost my way, my hopeful days
F Eb D
are just as dead as I am
[Chorus 2]
Eb F
And failure on my part to intercede has now ironically
D
or cosmically, like poetry, come in between our destiny
Eb F
and us but now there’s nothing left and nobody to meddle with
D
to try and make it better, it’s unsettling, to mother nothing
Eb F
Mightn’t I have seen this coming on the horizon?
D
storms of green and orange, this world of monsters taking form
Eb F
but no, it is my fate to simply fade away like wind
D
like someone else that I could name that shouldn’t have been born
[Outro]
Eb F
Of Mary. I feel like Mary in this dress.
D Gm
I’m Mary and I’ve nothing to confess
Eb F
but hear me, cause no-one else is left
D
I’m Mary…
Gm Eb Gm Eb
I’m Mary
Gm Eb Gm Eb
I’m Mary
Gm Eb Gm Eb
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