Song: Buckets
Artist: Skybox
Album: Morning After Cuts
D A G A?
[D] [A]
Well I was sinkin into your veins. I[G]?m a vessel without a sea. You can sink me with
you satire, when
[A] [D]
you?re tryin to set me free. [A]Well I can get ya with your hate. I can get ya[G] with your
rules. You can fix
me with your sentiment. You can break me with your tr[A]uth.
[D] [A]
And I can br[G]ing you a bucket of shame. To throw[A] your cares away. All[D] messed up inside.
And I might
[A] [G]
come back so[A]meday. When we?re old and grey, I come back someday.
Piano ditty - D A G A? (again slower like, perhaps finger pickin or something like that,
whatever floats your boat)
[D-A-G-A]Well I can curse you with a chord. I can heal you when you bleed. I can fill you with
my logic. I can kill you with my greed. And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To
throw your cares away. All messed up inside. And I might come back someday. When
we?re old an grey, I come back someday.
[D] B E?[A]
You?re lies are a shelter from the endless rain, on the endless road. There is no
reason here, we?re all
[G]insane, we?re all inspired[A].
And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside.
And I might come back someday. When we?re old an grey, I come back someday.
(this might be inaccurate, but it works for me, Bret)
Artist: Skybox
Album: Morning After Cuts
D A G A?
[D] [A]
Well I was sinkin into your veins. I[G]?m a vessel without a sea. You can sink me with
you satire, when
[A] [D]
you?re tryin to set me free. [A]Well I can get ya with your hate. I can get ya[G] with your
rules. You can fix
me with your sentiment. You can break me with your tr[A]uth.
[D] [A]
And I can br[G]ing you a bucket of shame. To throw[A] your cares away. All[D] messed up inside.
And I might
[A] [G]
come back so[A]meday. When we?re old and grey, I come back someday.
Piano ditty - D A G A? (again slower like, perhaps finger pickin or something like that,
whatever floats your boat)
[D-A-G-A]Well I can curse you with a chord. I can heal you when you bleed. I can fill you with
my logic. I can kill you with my greed. And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To
throw your cares away. All messed up inside. And I might come back someday. When
we?re old an grey, I come back someday.
[D] B E?[A]
You?re lies are a shelter from the endless rain, on the endless road. There is no
reason here, we?re all
[G]insane, we?re all inspired[A].
And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside.
And I might come back someday. When we?re old an grey, I come back someday.
(this might be inaccurate, but it works for me, Bret)
