1. |
My Coldest Song
03:04
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C
Wait, young man - you better stay where you are
Four white boys with their electric guitars
G C
Are gonna put you down but you're already bored
Blank eyed dancers shake their heads to the floor
Same five songs are played the weekend before
And when the music stops – do you know where to go?
C Cmaj7 C7
Take my coldest song / covered in ice and snow / Then you'll
F Fm
start to know how I feel
Princess pauses as shes painting her face
Talks so loud she starts to feel out of place
She thinks that shes so smart - but you don't have a clue
Oh my God - look at the mess that she made of you
Take my coldest song / covered in ice and snow / Then you'll start to know how I feel.
Two chords and a verse / missing the words that you / always held onto how I feel
F E Am F#/Am
I'm so sick of singing these songs I wrote for you
F E Am F#/Am
Because I wish for once - that these songs would come true
Fm C
Tonight
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2. |
When You're Broken
02:12
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3. |
Ghostbusters
03:56
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4. |
American Blues
03:55
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5. |
Penance Soiree
03:35
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6. |
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(capo on 5th fret)
F A# F
Mona drove me home today
Dm C F
This old place still looks the same
A#
Walking on the path to the water line
A#m7
Holding onto things that were never mine
F Dm Dm/E F
Willow Park will always be my home
Old friends never feel the pain
Connecting eyes on subway trains
She walked up to me with extended hand
The other holding on to her brand new man
C
Willow Park is never far away
<instrumental, then F (C) F>
Mona drove me home today
This old place still looks the same
Walking to path of my father’s grave
Trying to remember when it stayed the same
Willow Park will always be my home
And Aledo will always know the same
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7. |
Odd Girl
02:50
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E G#m Gm7 F#m7 B7
Oooohhh
Let me make myself clear
She tends to disappear
E Emaj7
You do as you please
E7 D#7
with your dead company
F#m B7 E
She’s such an odd girl to me
E G#m Gm7
F#m B7 E
She’s such an odd girl to me
G#m F#m7 G#m F#m7 E
When will you wait your turn?
And when will you have to learn?
Holds a bachelors degree
like an old magazine
F#m B7 E Fm
She’s such an odd girl to me
F#m
A painters brush to dye your hair
You’re running down the broken stairs
E
To go home
Fm F#m
And you fall in love with tragedy
Of broken hearts and minor keys
E D#7
Can’t you see what you’re doing in to me?
F#m B7
She’s such an odd girl
F#m B7
She’s such an odd girl
F#m B7
She’s such an odd girl
E G#m F#m7 Fmaj7 E
To me
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8. |
Laura Miller
02:33
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(capo on 2nd)
D A
A D A D Dm
Laura walks along the hall with quotes clutched in
A
her hands
Writes the city column for the local hipster rag
D Dm A G# F#m
Sings in my ear “I’ve need to get out of here”
D C#7
I never asked for your name
A D A D
Oh Laura, you can kiss me now, but please don’t
Dm A
lose your soul
Holds the hollow hope the Haves will hand her City Hall
Learns to smile and speak when spoken to when names are called
She strikes a pose of someone I used to know
I know my side - so keep yours
Oh Laura, you can kiss me now, but please don’t lose your soul
D Dm
She walks down to her old office
F#m7 D#m
Tapes her speech which speaks so flawless
D6 Bm
We smile when the camera’s on
D6 Bm
When the doors are closed
D6 Bm
Can’t you sing along?
D
Why can’t you sing along?
Oh Laura, you can kiss me now, but please don’t lose your soul
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9. |
I Stole The Flag
02:39
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(D riff)
D Dmaj7
I wait for her as she comes down
D7 G
She’s all that’s left of her hometown
Gm7
And these old streets
D
I stole the flag
G G with F#bass
I took it home
A D riff
I sit alone
She used to sing all the love songs
I always tried to sing along
But I’m out of key
I stole the flag
I took it home
I sit alone
I wait for her to calm down
She’s all that’s left of her hometown
And these old streets
I stole the flag
I took it home
I sit alone
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10. |
Church In Texas
02:53
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(capo on 2nd)
D G
You go on to face up to what you’ve
D
become
The lover of people who are no longer here
So you cover you eyes and you hide with your shield
But heaven won’t help out the old-minded town
Now that you’ve wasted too many years
You sit on the hard truths of cold wooden pews
And I never have told you what you always knew
Have you thought of the things that will hold on to you?
C#7 F#m
Will you be long?
C#7 F#m
Will you be long?
C#7 F#m
To stay where you are?
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