Race Horses — Nobodys Son

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-*-*-*- The Race Horses -*-*-*- "NOBODY'S SON" -*-*-*- from FURNITURE -*-*-*- year 2012 -*-*-*-



Very nice song, beautiful lyrics and... only three chords!!

Here is the sequence: G - Am - C - G . It never changes.




VERSE:
G                    Am
Close skies, taking wages,
          C                G
from the ways that common go.
          G                    Am
Of it's frightening, and it's loneness,
         C                          G   
and it's out there, searching and stare.



CHORUS:
(G)           G           
You've got to be [...], to hold it, to love it, to leave it,
       Am                           C                        G
Or it won't belong (ahaaaa), to be someone's son, just like him.



VERSE:
G                    Am
Look out, all those faces,
         C                   G
That conceal their crudest thoughts.
         G            Am
It's disgusting how alive them
         C                  G
Can be trained to rip you apart.



CHORUS:
(G)           G           
You've got to be [...], to hold it, to love it, to leave it,
       Am                           C                        G
Or it won't belong (ahaaaa), to be someone's son, just like him.

               G
And yes it's creepy, cold, sweet home, sound the clickers,
        Am                                 C                       G
And it won't be long (ahaaaa), 'till he's no-one's son. And it's true.



VERSE (II):
   G
I wanted to go, I wanted to fight.
   Am
I wanted to get to the top of the white.
   C                             G
I did what it could. Now it's through.

   G                   
I wanted to crawl, I kneeled down to cry.
   Am  
I picked myself up, take a lot at the sky.
       C                          G
I was given the room to see it through.



CHORUS [x2]:

(G)           G           
You've got to be [...], to hold it, to love it, to leave it,
       Am                           C                        G
Or it won't belong (ahaaaa), to be someone's son, just like him.
               G
And yes it's creepy, cold, sweet home, sound the clickers,
        Am                                 C                       G
And it won't be long (ahaaaa), 'till he's no-one's son. And it's true.

~ Repeat ~

(Last note G)



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