La Dispute - Nine, аккорды

Вступление Not a whole lot to say, one of my favorite songs by this band and want to throw up some simple chords/lyrics for anyone looking to do maybe an acoustic cover of this superb piece of art. Any questions, corrections, or concerns, leave them below in the comments. Thank you! Gm Bb F C E|-----3-----1-----1-----3-----| B|-----3-----3-----1-----5-----| G|-----3-----3-----2-----5-----| D|-----5-----3-----3-----5-----| A|-----5-----1-----3-----3-----| E|-----3-----------1-----------| If you would like, you can do the lead part, here's an idea of how it would go: E|-----3-------------6-----1-----------------3-----------------| B|-----3-------------6-----1-----1-----------5-----5-----------| G|-----3-------------7-----2-----------------5-----------5-----| D|-----5-----5/7-----8-----3-----------3-----5-----------------| A|-----5-------------8-----3-----------------3-----------------| E|-----3-------------6-----1-----------------------------------| Gm Bb I recall once on the church steps, F When I moved to kiss your chest, C How we paid such close attention Gm To each sweet and stuttered breath, Bb I should’ve stopped to paint our picture, F Captured honest pure affection, C Just to document the difference Gm between attraction and connection. Gm Bb I can see all of my friends and F I break into empty buildings, F When the coast was clear, C With backpacks full of beer, Gm We’d throw our bottles from the rooftops Bb At this city-it looked endless. F Guess I still don’t see the difference C Gm between real purpose and that urgent adolescence. Gm Bb And I remember in a basement sharing sweat F With all these stranger boys and girls, C “We’ll change the world!” We sang, Gm “We’ll change the world!” But, Gm Nothing seems to change and Bb They say none of them will listen, F C But I still see much more power in that basement Gm than in heartless politicians. Gm Bb And if we get beaten by this winter, F If we get strangled by regret, just C Let our love of life and tension Gm Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and Bb Have them lay us in a basement, F Smash some bottles on the ground, and C Say we couldn't tell the difference C Gm between the feeling and the sound. Bb Remember not our faulty pieces, F Remember not our rusted parts, C It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but Gm The way we hold our hearts, Bb And the way we hold our heads, F I hope they write your names beside mine C on my gravestone when I’m dead. Gm Bb And when we’re dead let our voices carry on Bb To find a better song. F C To find a better song and sing along