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From: Joe Aultman
This is "Our Story" from the JudyBats album
_Down_in_the_Shacks_Where_The_Satellite_Dishes_Grow_.
Something my friend the music major helped me work out.
Please forward any comments or corrections to aultman@cs.fsu.edu
Play each chord for one measure (4 beats).
A dash (-) indicates to keep playing the same chord.
Build up with E for two measures, then.
Intro Chords:
E C#m E D (2x)
Verse 1:
E -
This is our story.
C#m G#m
It's a short one, but it's a
F#m -
Hard harsh read.
B
Between the lines, a little aching need.
E -
We're a strange arrangement;
C#m G#m
No strings.
F#m -
But the music we make is
B
Serpentine and bittersweet.
E -
In my youth, you know,
C#m G#m
I loved you like gangbusters.
F#m
Now I watch you fall.
B
Twisting, turning, growing small.
E - C#m
You're a roomful of sorrow,
G#m
A spoonful of joy
F#m
Another infidelity
B
Another pain, another golden glitter boy.
Chorus:
A G#m
IiiiiiiiiiiiiIiiiiiiiiii
C#m -
I want you. I know it's crazy,
B
But I really want to leave you, too.
A G#m
IiiiiiiiiiiiiIiiiiiiiiii
C#m B
I want you. Boy, oh boy, you bring me joy
And then you make me blue.
With intro chords:
I love to love you; I'm a fool.
You're callous and you're cold,
And oh, so cruel.
Verse 2:
I'm starting to forget things.
Faces, names.
Games played, plans laid.
Surely, there were promises made.
Good love is easy to find,
But it's hard to keep.
And though I hate it when you wake,
I still love to watch you sleep.
Chorus.
Repeat intro chords 4x during break.
Using chorus chords 1x through:
Oooooooh,Ooooooooooh,Oooooooooooooh
Verse 3:
Remember the early days
When nickels were dimes,
And a dollar took us everywhere.
I don't think I ever combed my hair.
Is this our story?
Is this where the loving starts?
In the stillness, the staring,
The hardening of hearts?
We're a strange arrangement;
No strings.
This is not my place, these are not my things.
It's not my way, the pain love brings.
Chorus. (repeat with vocal embellishments)
End on E.
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