L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N - Noah and the Whale
Standard Tuning
No Capo
INTRO:
Also played during the chorus
[E] [A] [B] [A]
E---------------|---------------|---------------|---------------|
B--------9------|--------7------|--------9------|--------7------|
G------9---9----|------9---9----|------9---9----|------9---9----|
D----9-------9--|----7-------7--|----9-------9--|----7-------7--|
A--7------------|--7------------|--7------------|--7------------|
E---------------|---------------|---------------|---------------|
[E]Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips,
She's a [E]rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips,
She's got [A]deep brown eyes,
That've seen it [E]all.
[E]Working at a nightclub that was called The Avenue
The [E]bar men used to call her "Little Lisa, Looney Tunes"
She went [A]down,
on almost anyon[E]e.
From the [F#m]hard time living 'til the [A]Chelsea days,
From when her [F#m]hair went sweet blonde 'til the [B]day it turned grey
She said;
(CHORUS)
[E]L.I.F.E.G.O.[A]E.S.O.N.
You've [B]got more than money and [A]sense, my friend
You've got [E]heart, and your [A]going your own [B]way.[A]
[E]L.I.F.E.G.O.[A]E.S.O.N.
What you [B]don't have now will [A]come back again
You've got [E]heart, and your [A]going your own [B]way.[A]
Some [E]people wear their history like a map on their face,
And J[E]oey was an artist just living out of case,
But his [A]best work, was his letters hom[E]e.
His [E]standard works of fiction about imaginary success,
The [E]chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends,
But to a w[A]riter, the truth is no big [E]deal.
From the [F#m]hard time living to the [A]sleepless nights,
And the [F#m]black and blue body from the [B]weekend fights
He'd say;
(Chorus)
On my [C#m]last night on [A]earth, I won't [E]look to the [B]sky
Just [E]breathe in the [A]air and [C#m]blink in the [B]light
On my [C#m]last night on [A]earth, I'll [E]pay a high [B]price
To [E]have no re[A]grets and be [E]done with my [B]life
(Repeat Chorus)
Standard Tuning
No Capo
INTRO:
Also played during the chorus
[E] [A] [B] [A]
E---------------|---------------|---------------|---------------|
B--------9------|--------7------|--------9------|--------7------|
G------9---9----|------9---9----|------9---9----|------9---9----|
D----9-------9--|----7-------7--|----9-------9--|----7-------7--|
A--7------------|--7------------|--7------------|--7------------|
E---------------|---------------|---------------|---------------|
[E]Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips,
She's a [E]rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips,
She's got [A]deep brown eyes,
That've seen it [E]all.
[E]Working at a nightclub that was called The Avenue
The [E]bar men used to call her "Little Lisa, Looney Tunes"
She went [A]down,
on almost anyon[E]e.
From the [F#m]hard time living 'til the [A]Chelsea days,
From when her [F#m]hair went sweet blonde 'til the [B]day it turned grey
She said;
(CHORUS)
[E]L.I.F.E.G.O.[A]E.S.O.N.
You've [B]got more than money and [A]sense, my friend
You've got [E]heart, and your [A]going your own [B]way.[A]
[E]L.I.F.E.G.O.[A]E.S.O.N.
What you [B]don't have now will [A]come back again
You've got [E]heart, and your [A]going your own [B]way.[A]
Some [E]people wear their history like a map on their face,
And J[E]oey was an artist just living out of case,
But his [A]best work, was his letters hom[E]e.
His [E]standard works of fiction about imaginary success,
The [E]chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends,
But to a w[A]riter, the truth is no big [E]deal.
From the [F#m]hard time living to the [A]sleepless nights,
And the [F#m]black and blue body from the [B]weekend fights
He'd say;
(Chorus)
On my [C#m]last night on [A]earth, I won't [E]look to the [B]sky
Just [E]breathe in the [A]air and [C#m]blink in the [B]light
On my [C#m]last night on [A]earth, I'll [E]pay a high [B]price
To [E]have no re[A]grets and be [E]done with my [B]life
(Repeat Chorus)
