The Calendar Hung Itself por Bright Eyes, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

The Calendar Hung Itself

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Bright Eyes é o projeto do cantor e compositor Conor Oberst, nascido em Omaha, Nebraska, que tem produzido música desde os 13 anos de idade. Ele lançou seus dois primeiros álbuns aos 14 anos com a banda Commander Venus. Depois do fim desta, em 1997, o principal objetivo de Conor se tornou Bright Eyes, e em 1998 ele lançou seu primeiro álbum, A Collection of Songs Written and Recorded 1995 1997 (uma coleção de 20 músicas inéditas), com a gravadora independente Saddle Creek

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Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!

Em
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
Bmaj
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Em
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Bmaj
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Em
Oh does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched,
Bmaj
and does he cry through broken sentences that I love you far too much?

D7BbAD
Does he lay awake listen-ing to your breath?
D7BbAD
Worried you smoke too many cigar-ettes.
EF#
Is he coughing now, on a bathroom floor?
EF#
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more,
E
you won't ever see.
(one strum)(F#) (E)DE
but must hold inside yourself eternally.
Em Bmaj Em Bmaj

Em
Well I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
Bmaj
In every city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest.
Em
I was de-termined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees,
Bmaj
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
EmBmaj
You are my sunshine, my only sun-shine.
EmBmaj
You are my sunshine, my only sun-shine.

D7BbAD
D7BbAD
EF#(E)

Em
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
Bmaj
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
Em
And In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
Bmaj
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
EmBmaj
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
EmBmaj
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entries end
EmBmaj
where I wrote, You make me happy (WHAT!?) oh when skies are gray.
EmBmaj
You make me happy oh when skies are gray, and gray, and gray.

D7BbAD
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
D7BbAD
with hands stretched towards the calendar hanging it-self
EF#
but I will not weep for those dying days.
EF#
For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed.
E
And they found me here
(F#)EDE
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.

Em Bmaj Em Bmaj