"the city has sex" by da pantyraider
-B.E. -this tune has "ghost" drumming quotient. rock.
chords in this number:
[G] [C] [D] [A] [B5] [F]
--3---0---2---0-----------3----
--0---1---3---2-----------0----
--0---0---2---2---4---2---0------
--0---2---0---2---4---3---0------
--2---3-------0---2---3--------
--3-------------------1---2--
intro: (acoustic scratching noises preparing the
listener for a definitive rocker)
the [G]city has sex with [C]itself i suppose
as the [D]concrete collides, well the [G]scenery[(G/F#)] grows
and the [G]lonely once bandaged lay [C]fully exposed
having [D]exposed their wounds for each [(G)]other
and there is a [G]boy in a basement with a [C]four track
machine he?s been [D]strumming and screaming all [G]night,
d[(G/F#)]own there.the [G]tape hiss will cover the [C]words that he
sings but then they say it?s [D]better to bury your
sadness in a [C]graveyard or garden that [G]waits for the
spring to [A]awake from its [C]sleep and burst into [D]green
and i?ve [G]cried and you would [Em]think i would better for
it but the sadness just [D]sleeps and it stays in your
c G G
spine for the rest of your life and i?ve learned and
you?d [Em]think i?d be something more now, but it just
goes to [D]show it is not what you [C]know its what you were
[G]thinking at the time. (then)
the prog-latin part:
[A5] [A5] [A5] [C] [B#5] [F]
repeat same repetition of verse/chorus music for last
verse:
this feeling?s familiar, i?ve been here before
in a kitchen this quiet i waited for a sign or just
somethingthat might reassure me of anything close to
meaning or motion (with a reason to move)i need
something i want to be close to
and i scream, but i still don?t know why i do it
because the sound never stays it just swells and
decays
so what is the point?
why try to fight what is now so certain?
the truth is all that i am is a passing event that
will be forgotten.
-B.E. -this tune has "ghost" drumming quotient. rock.
chords in this number:
[G] [C] [D] [A] [B5] [F]
--3---0---2---0-----------3----
--0---1---3---2-----------0----
--0---0---2---2---4---2---0------
--0---2---0---2---4---3---0------
--2---3-------0---2---3--------
--3-------------------1---2--
intro: (acoustic scratching noises preparing the
listener for a definitive rocker)
the [G]city has sex with [C]itself i suppose
as the [D]concrete collides, well the [G]scenery[(G/F#)] grows
and the [G]lonely once bandaged lay [C]fully exposed
having [D]exposed their wounds for each [(G)]other
and there is a [G]boy in a basement with a [C]four track
machine he?s been [D]strumming and screaming all [G]night,
d[(G/F#)]own there.the [G]tape hiss will cover the [C]words that he
sings but then they say it?s [D]better to bury your
sadness in a [C]graveyard or garden that [G]waits for the
spring to [A]awake from its [C]sleep and burst into [D]green
and i?ve [G]cried and you would [Em]think i would better for
it but the sadness just [D]sleeps and it stays in your
c G G
spine for the rest of your life and i?ve learned and
you?d [Em]think i?d be something more now, but it just
goes to [D]show it is not what you [C]know its what you were
[G]thinking at the time. (then)
the prog-latin part:
[A5] [A5] [A5] [C] [B#5] [F]
repeat same repetition of verse/chorus music for last
verse:
this feeling?s familiar, i?ve been here before
in a kitchen this quiet i waited for a sign or just
somethingthat might reassure me of anything close to
meaning or motion (with a reason to move)i need
something i want to be close to
and i scream, but i still don?t know why i do it
because the sound never stays it just swells and
decays
so what is the point?
why try to fight what is now so certain?
the truth is all that i am is a passing event that
will be forgotten.
