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[ G Major 3/4 time] Some nights I cant remember All the things that happened I never will get over All the mornings after How many loves of a lifetime Walked right out my front door While I lied-awake hopelessly Wanting for more Each notch in my bedpost Another scar on my heart Of the ten-thousand maybes Who turned out to be not They march right through me In an endless parade Insufficient remedies For someone I cant replace My pulse is the drum beat Our love was the war And their harmonies choke me As I hang by my Guitar chords I keep on playing you A song written for her It has a different title now The contents are undisturbed Violins whisper A dull aching pain And in a hundred "I love yous" I whispered her name Each moment of ecstasy That rips you away Leaves the empty shell of me Searching for an escape But her song keeps playing A phantom theme in my head While you reach your crescendo I'm just here in our bed My pulse is the drum beat Our love is the war And our harmony chokes me As I hang myself by my Emptiness chokes me As I hang myself and I Suffocate As I hang by my Guitar chords <instrumental - strings bridge> <modulated harmony and waltz... piano> <drums and acoustic front + choral vocal overlay "suffocate..."> Her pulse was my drum beat My love was the cost Cashed-in in self-sacrifice It was me that I lost In mirrors like pictures I can see who I was But I look so different now... I became "I am because" We shared our heartbeat Our love was the war and this song hangs Something unfinished I suffocate Trapped in our tapestry It's just me Left to hang by my guitar chords
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Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 1:08 AM UTC
Orchestral Movements in the Dark
[ G Major 3/4 time] Some nights I cant remember All the things that happened I never will get over All the mornings after How many loves of a lifetime Walked right out my front door While I lied-awake hopelessly Wanting for more Each notch in my bedpost Another scar on my heart Of the ten-thousand maybes Who turned out to be not They march right through me In an endless parade Insufficient remedies For someone I cant replace My pulse is the drum beat Our love was the war And their harmonies choke me As I hang by my Guitar chords I keep on playing you A song written for her It has a different title now The contents are undisturbed Violins whisper A dull aching pain And in a hundred "I love yous" I whispered her name Each moment of ecstasy That rips you away Leaves the empty shell of me Searching for an escape But her song keeps playing A phantom theme in my head While you reach your crescendo I'm just here in our bed My pulse is the drum beat Our love is the war And our harmony chokes me As I hang myself by my Emptiness chokes me As I hang myself and I Suffocate As I hang by my Guitar chords <instrumental - strings bridge> <modulated harmony and waltz... piano> <drums and acoustic front + choral vocal overlay "suffocate..."> Her pulse was my drum beat My love was the cost Cashed-in in self-sacrifice It was me that I lost In mirrors like pictures I can see who I was But I look so different now... I became "I am because" We shared our heartbeat Our love was the war and this song hangs Something unfinished I suffocate Trapped in our tapestry It's just me Left to hang by my guitar chords
Maybe the only song I ever wrote in G major; such an epic Disney feel. Guitar, strings, piano, vocals, I even have harmonica for this... but its rhythym and melody is hugely inspired by Taking Back Sunday "A New American Classic". Maybe 9 people in the world know who this song was about - and Ive never recovered. Maybe that's why I am alone now.
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Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 1:08 AM UTC
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