Wonderful song of Passenger, with the chords used in the music video
CAPO 6
[Am]Well grey clouds wrapped round the [F]town like elastic
[G]Cars stood like toys made of [C]Taiwanese plastic
[Am]The boy laughed at the spastic [F]dancing round in the [G]rain
[Am]While laundrettes cleaned clothes, [F]high heals rubbed toes
[G]Puddles splashed huddles of[C] bus stop crows
[Am]Dressed in their suits and their[F] boots well they all look the [G]same
[F]I took myself down to the [G]cafe to find all th[C]e boys lost in books
And [Am]crackling vinyl
[F]And carved out a poem [G]above the urinal that [C]read[Am]
[F]Don't you cry for the lost
[G]Smile for the living
[C]Get what you need and [Am]give what you'r given
[F]Life's for the living so [G]live it
Or you're better of [C]dead
(2nd verse is like the first: Am - F - G - C -- Am - F - G )
While the evening pulled the moon out of its packet
Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket
We needed a nail but wetacked it 'til it fell off the wall
While pigeon's pecked trains, sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call
[(F]And[-] i[G] s[-]tu[C]mb[-]le[Am]d d[)]own to the stomach of the town
Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you'r given
Life's for the living so live it
Or you're better of dead
(Am - F - G - C -- Am - F - G )
Well i'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage
They take your dreams down and stick them in storage
You can have them back son when you've paid off your mortgage and loans
Oh hell with this place, i'll go it my own way
I'll stick out my thumb and trudge down the highway
Someday someone must be going my way home
[(]Ti[F]ll[-] t[G]he[-]n [C]i'[-]ll[Am] ma[)]ke my bed from a disused car
With a matress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And i'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you'r given
You know life's for the living so live it
Or you're better of dead
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you'r given
Life's for the living so live it
Or you're better of dead
good luck!
CAPO 6
[Am]Well grey clouds wrapped round the [F]town like elastic
[G]Cars stood like toys made of [C]Taiwanese plastic
[Am]The boy laughed at the spastic [F]dancing round in the [G]rain
[Am]While laundrettes cleaned clothes, [F]high heals rubbed toes
[G]Puddles splashed huddles of[C] bus stop crows
[Am]Dressed in their suits and their[F] boots well they all look the [G]same
[F]I took myself down to the [G]cafe to find all th[C]e boys lost in books
And [Am]crackling vinyl
[F]And carved out a poem [G]above the urinal that [C]read[Am]
[F]Don't you cry for the lost
[G]Smile for the living
[C]Get what you need and [Am]give what you'r given
[F]Life's for the living so [G]live it
Or you're better of [C]dead
(2nd verse is like the first: Am - F - G - C -- Am - F - G )
While the evening pulled the moon out of its packet
Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket
We needed a nail but wetacked it 'til it fell off the wall
While pigeon's pecked trains, sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call
[(F]And[-] i[G] s[-]tu[C]mb[-]le[Am]d d[)]own to the stomach of the town
Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you'r given
Life's for the living so live it
Or you're better of dead
(Am - F - G - C -- Am - F - G )
Well i'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage
They take your dreams down and stick them in storage
You can have them back son when you've paid off your mortgage and loans
Oh hell with this place, i'll go it my own way
I'll stick out my thumb and trudge down the highway
Someday someone must be going my way home
[(]Ti[F]ll[-] t[G]he[-]n [C]i'[-]ll[Am] ma[)]ke my bed from a disused car
With a matress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And i'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you'r given
You know life's for the living so live it
Or you're better of dead
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you'r given
Life's for the living so live it
Or you're better of dead
good luck!
