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!
Intro
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C
Verse 1
F#m G C# Bm F#m
It may be made of dust, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of ember
F#m G
It may be made of smoke, what does it see through the cracks?
C# Bm F#m
What does it spy through the window? What does it hide in its walls?
D E D E E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open...
Chorus
F#m D A E A C#
So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m D A E A C#
A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m D A E A C#
So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m D A E A C# D E
A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C
Verse 2
F#m G
It may be made of smoke, the house where dead men dwell,
C# Bm F#m
what does it fear, what has it found?
F#m G
It may be made of desire, it isn't sleep when you're tired
C# Bm F#m
What does it dream? What does it seek? What does it eye?
D E D E E D E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open, it could be anyone
Chorus
F#m D A E A C#
So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m D A E A C#
A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m D A E A C#
So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m D A E A C# D E
A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 B5 B5 B5 Bb5 Bb5 Bb5
bridge
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
Come along, come along, nobody is stopping you, the path is always there, a little company is nice
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5
You can make it yours, scratch the windows, scratch the doors, you
G#5 A5 G#5
got a name to name it, you can name it what you like
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
To walk, four legs, everyone is welcome, the house keeps getting bigger, hollow as your red
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
hearts and hands and everyone is welcome, the path goes on forever, hollow as your red
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
eyes!
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 F#5 G5 G#5
eyes!
Riff
e|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
b|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
G|7------------2---------|7------------2---------|-----------------------|------------------|
D|7--------2-3---3-2-----|7--------2-3---3-2-----|6----------------------|4-----5-----6-----|
A|5------0-------------0-|5------0-------------0-|6------------6---------|4-----5-----6-----|
E|-----------------------|-----------------------|4------4-6-7---7-6---4-|2-----3-----4-----| x4
Verse 3
D E D E E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open,
D E D E E
It could be anyone, if you'll come inside...
F#m G C# Bm F#m
It may be made of mud, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of smoke
F#m G D Bm C#m
It may be made of fire, and when you are tired, it isn't sleep, it is desire
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C
Verse 1
F#m G C# Bm F#m
It may be made of dust, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of ember
F#m G
It may be made of smoke, what does it see through the cracks?
C# Bm F#m
What does it spy through the window? What does it hide in its walls?
D E D E E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open...
Chorus
F#m D A E A C#
So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m D A E A C#
A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m D A E A C#
So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m D A E A C# D E
A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C
Verse 2
F#m G
It may be made of smoke, the house where dead men dwell,
C# Bm F#m
what does it fear, what has it found?
F#m G
It may be made of desire, it isn't sleep when you're tired
C# Bm F#m
What does it dream? What does it seek? What does it eye?
D E D E E D E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open, it could be anyone
Chorus
F#m D A E A C#
So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m D A E A C#
A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m D A E A C#
So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m D A E A C# D E
A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 B5 B5 B5 Bb5 Bb5 Bb5
bridge
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
Come along, come along, nobody is stopping you, the path is always there, a little company is nice
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5
You can make it yours, scratch the windows, scratch the doors, you
G#5 A5 G#5
got a name to name it, you can name it what you like
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
To walk, four legs, everyone is welcome, the house keeps getting bigger, hollow as your red
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
hearts and hands and everyone is welcome, the path goes on forever, hollow as your red
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
eyes!
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 F#5 G5 G#5
eyes!
Riff
e|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
b|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
G|7------------2---------|7------------2---------|-----------------------|------------------|
D|7--------2-3---3-2-----|7--------2-3---3-2-----|6----------------------|4-----5-----6-----|
A|5------0-------------0-|5------0-------------0-|6------------6---------|4-----5-----6-----|
E|-----------------------|-----------------------|4------4-6-7---7-6---4-|2-----3-----4-----| x4
Verse 3
D E D E E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open,
D E D E E
It could be anyone, if you'll come inside...
F#m G C# Bm F#m
It may be made of mud, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of smoke
F#m G D Bm C#m
It may be made of fire, and when you are tired, it isn't sleep, it is desire
The Four Lads
The Four Pennies
The Four Seasons
The Four Six Ban (...)
The Four Tops