Biografia:
The Hotelier (inicialmente The Hotel Year) é uma banda emo de Dudley, Massachusetts.
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Outras músicas:
- Among The Wildflowers
- An Ode To The Nite Ratz Club
- Dendron
- Fear Of Good
- Goodness Pt 1
- Goodness Pt 2
- Housebroken
- In Framing
- Lonely Hearts Club
- Opening Mail For My Grandmother
- Our Lives Would Make A Sad Boring Movie
- Piano Player
- Soft Animal
- The Scope Of All This Rebuilding
- Two Deliverances
- Vacancy
- Weathered
- Your Deep Rest
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!
Hey! So this is a simplified acoustic version with nothing too fancy. Capo on 1st fret.
C G
You cut your ties, felt better off.
C G F
Salutations to your son.
C G
Awoke to find you heading out
C G Am
With your white collar undone.
Am
You placed a bar,
G C G F
I played a game to see how low that I could go.
C G F
We develop mental pictures
C G F G C
and we’re following our fathers down the drain.
C
C G C G F
Do you recall the imagery from when I drove you away?
C G
Through others’ rose prescription lens,
C G F
man I’m sorry every day.
C G
because We intersect internally
C G F
and then we take what we have and we run.
C G F
and It all starts to unravel
C G F
until we’re less than we were carrying before.
G
Yes, I expected more.
C
Wake me up.
G
Pictures of you smiling in times
when I just couldn’t be around.
C
Hold me up.
G
Count my rings to see how many winters
I’ve been stuck here under ground.
C G F
Swore I’d not burn out.
F
Digging through the memories
F C
that made you feel alive when you were young.
C G F
You were right to doubt.
C G F
Broken since foundations
F C
in the structures you were building came undone.
C
Part of your charm was
G F
the way you would push me from
C G F
all of the traps that I just couldn’t see.
C G
Figures the one that was there to
F
have tripped you up
C
would be the one
G
was set there
F
by me.
C G F
Wish I was there to say goodbye when you went away.
C G F
Wish I was home but noplace was there.
C G F
I cut off my arm at the bone in solidarity.
C G F
Capital teaches that there’s less when you share.
C G F
I felt the noose tighten up on your collar bone.
C G F
I felt the gun in the small of your back.
C
Engraved in the stone
G F
by request and recurse of friends dead is
C G F
“Tell me again that it’s all in my head.”
He plucks these notes at the very end:
C, G, C, G, F, C, G
C G
You cut your ties, felt better off.
C G F
Salutations to your son.
C G
Awoke to find you heading out
C G Am
With your white collar undone.
Am
You placed a bar,
G C G F
I played a game to see how low that I could go.
C G F
We develop mental pictures
C G F G C
and we’re following our fathers down the drain.
C
C G C G F
Do you recall the imagery from when I drove you away?
C G
Through others’ rose prescription lens,
C G F
man I’m sorry every day.
C G
because We intersect internally
C G F
and then we take what we have and we run.
C G F
and It all starts to unravel
C G F
until we’re less than we were carrying before.
G
Yes, I expected more.
C
Wake me up.
G
Pictures of you smiling in times
when I just couldn’t be around.
C
Hold me up.
G
Count my rings to see how many winters
I’ve been stuck here under ground.
C G F
Swore I’d not burn out.
F
Digging through the memories
F C
that made you feel alive when you were young.
C G F
You were right to doubt.
C G F
Broken since foundations
F C
in the structures you were building came undone.
C
Part of your charm was
G F
the way you would push me from
C G F
all of the traps that I just couldn’t see.
C G
Figures the one that was there to
F
have tripped you up
C
would be the one
G
was set there
F
by me.
C G F
Wish I was there to say goodbye when you went away.
C G F
Wish I was home but noplace was there.
C G F
I cut off my arm at the bone in solidarity.
C G F
Capital teaches that there’s less when you share.
C G F
I felt the noose tighten up on your collar bone.
C G F
I felt the gun in the small of your back.
C
Engraved in the stone
G F
by request and recurse of friends dead is
C G F
“Tell me again that it’s all in my head.”
He plucks these notes at the very end:
C, G, C, G, F, C, G
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