Subject: CRD: r/ryan_matthew/chrome.crd (fwd)
Date: Mon, 23 Feb 1998 21:57:11 -0500 (EST)
words and music by Matthew Ryan
from the album MAYDAY (A&M records)
(transcribed by Harris Finkelstein)
CHROME
(capo on 3rd fret)
intro: G C G G (2x)
It's not the thi[G]ngs that I can't change,[C] that bother m[G]e
It's not the things that I don't know,[C] that undermine m[G]e
It's not the thing that I can't hold
[G/F#]or the b[Em]alancing wire that broke, that th[D]rows me
It's not the fa[G]ct that you walked out,[C] that bewil[G]ders me
It's not the sleep that I can't steal,[C] that wires m[G]e
It's not the coffee or the pills
it's [G/F#]not this s[Em]pace that I can't fill that ki[D]lls me
CHORUS:
We'll in c[C]ase you didn't know I've got a h[G]eart made of chrome
It's been b[Em]ent 'til it was tw[D]isted
And in c[C]ase you didn't know I've got a h[G]eart made of chrome
It's been bu[Em]rned, but it's still w[D]illing to try
And sh[C]ine (and shine(second chorus))
G C G G (2x)
It's not the drunks and their devices, that provoke me
It's not the politics of love and distance,
and all that that shit evokes in me
It's not the Sunday morning fights
or this soul on ice, that numbs me
It's not the passing of another Indian summer, that saddens me
It's not the shutter in the undertow, that bears down on me
It's not everything ending as it began
or the loneliness that grins that destroys me
CHORUS
G G C C (2x) G
Date: Mon, 23 Feb 1998 21:57:11 -0500 (EST)
words and music by Matthew Ryan
from the album MAYDAY (A&M records)
(transcribed by Harris Finkelstein)
CHROME
(capo on 3rd fret)
intro: G C G G (2x)
It's not the thi[G]ngs that I can't change,[C] that bother m[G]e
It's not the things that I don't know,[C] that undermine m[G]e
It's not the thing that I can't hold
[G/F#]or the b[Em]alancing wire that broke, that th[D]rows me
It's not the fa[G]ct that you walked out,[C] that bewil[G]ders me
It's not the sleep that I can't steal,[C] that wires m[G]e
It's not the coffee or the pills
it's [G/F#]not this s[Em]pace that I can't fill that ki[D]lls me
CHORUS:
We'll in c[C]ase you didn't know I've got a h[G]eart made of chrome
It's been b[Em]ent 'til it was tw[D]isted
And in c[C]ase you didn't know I've got a h[G]eart made of chrome
It's been bu[Em]rned, but it's still w[D]illing to try
And sh[C]ine (and shine(second chorus))
G C G G (2x)
It's not the drunks and their devices, that provoke me
It's not the politics of love and distance,
and all that that shit evokes in me
It's not the Sunday morning fights
or this soul on ice, that numbs me
It's not the passing of another Indian summer, that saddens me
It's not the shutter in the undertow, that bears down on me
It's not everything ending as it began
or the loneliness that grins that destroys me
CHORUS
G G C C (2x) G
