jueves, 22 de marzo de 2012

Counting Crows - Round here

La letra no está narrando los sentimientos de una persona específica hacia un individuo, sino que narra los pensamientos de la gente hacia los demás; es una batalla entre los sentimientos y la realidad.

Counting Crows - Round here
Am7:  0000

Intro + versos se repite


Cadd9                          D
Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no-one notices
the contrast of white on white.

And in in between the moon and you
angels get a better view
        Em                          G
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air between the rain
through myself and back again.
Em                              G
Where?             I don't know.

  Maria says she's dying.
Through the door I hear her crying?
                     Em           G
Why?               I don't know

          C     D                     Em    G
Round here we always stand up straight
          C     D                     Em    G
Round here, something radiates.

    Cadd9                         D
 Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
                Em                               G
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like elvis
 Cadd9                           D
She walks along the edge where the ocean meets the land
                Em                            G
just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
   Cadd9                           D
She parks her car outside of my house

takes her clothes off,
Em                                     G
She say's she's close to understanding Jesus
                Cadd9                    D
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
        Em                              G
She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous

       C          D               Em    G
Round here we're carving out our names
       C          D           Em        G
Round here we all look the same
          C                        D
Round here we talk just like lions
        Em                   G
But we sacarifice like lambs
          C            D                Em
Round here she's slipping through my hands

A  D 
A     Am7                  D                        A  
 Sleeping children better run like the wind
Am7         D             A   
Out of the lightning dream
  Am7              D              A     
Mama's little baby better get herself in
 C          D
Out of the lightning

     Cadd9     D           Em       G
She says, "It's only in my head."
     Cadd9                  D          Em    G
She says, "shh...I know it's only in my head."

But the girl on the street by the parking lot
says:"Man, you should try to Take a shot
Em7                                   G
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

Then she looks up at the building
Say's she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life;

She must be tired of something.

          C        D            Em    G
Round here she's always on my mind
     C     D              Em     G
Round here I got lots of time
          C                           D
Round here we're never sent to bed early
       Em               G
Man, nobody makes us wait
          C           D           Em           G
round here we stay up very, very, very, very late.
              C          D
I can't see nothin', nothin'
Around here
 G                     C
  You catch me if i'm falling,
You catch me if i'm falling,
Will you catch me cause i'm falling down on you

G            Cadd9        D
 I said i'm under the gun

 Em      G
around here
                   Cadd9       D
Oh, man I said i'm under the gun
Around here
G                          Cadd9
  And I can't see nothin',nothin'
Round  here.


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