{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1728389,"song":"Strange Homes","artist":"Mallory","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11368372-strange-homes-chords-by-mallory/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1728389?type=chord","rating":0.15902,"votes":0,"content":"Also included here are the chords and lyrics to Lights in the Quarry \r\n\r\n------\r\nStrange Homes\r\n-\r\n\r\nI. the house you were raised in\r\n\r\nThe house you were raised in\r\nverse pattern is like this:\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                            [ch]Em[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]\r\ngo away from my western window[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nit's not the writing on the wall[/tab]\r\n\r\npart 2\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]                                     [ch]D[/ch]\r\nit's still the ocean even if it's frozen[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nwhy not[/tab]\r\n\r\nending is \r\nEm-D-C \r\n\r\ngo away from my western window it's not the writing on the wall, we built the house that you were raised and \r\nwe're tearing it down this fall, your fathers face is turning gray and the ashes are still cooling off, \r\nbut thats okay i also live in a dream and im hoping to see you there. (sofia) \r\nwe spend our whole lives just trying to build up our towers to heaven, from what i have learned \r\nits hard to discern which way is the right direction, \r\nthe higher you build the higher it will be to escape from, \r\nbut me i quite toiling a long time ago continue at your own discretion. \r\nit's still the ocean even if it's frozen \r\nwhy not. we're alive and the water's fine and my mind's a beehive why not. \r\n\r\nso far out west, i don't need to be, found a strange place where you used to sleep, \r\nit's been raining i never got dry \r\n(**these three lines one by one and then repeated over each other until the end**) \r\nfound a strange home\r\n\r\nII. god's work\r\n\r\nintro\r\n[ch]Am[/ch]\r\n\r\nverse\r\nAm-C-Bm\r\n\r\npart 2 (pseudo bossa nova feel part) \"a boy said please don't panic\"\r\nAm-G\r\n\r\n[tab]part 3 \"and your father died last spring\"\r\nC-G-F[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]part 4 \"i was not afraid of being alone\"\r\nC-G-Am-F[/tab]\r\n\r\n(return to verse)\r\n\r\npart 5 \"dark as the ocean\"\r\nAm-C-Bm\r\n\r\n\"gave up years ago\"\r\n[ch]Am[/ch]\r\n\r\nGod's Work (niko's part)
in the valley where we found a body lost it's eyes were loud \r\nand with the withering loose order my face in electric cords displayed so proudly with a flag \r\nbut did they know oh did they know\r\nthis is god's work we do
my metal angel rusted through
at the well where we said we grew\r\ni did not pray for a lying daughter down beneath the tv station static wave we knew where we came from\r\nGod's Work (andre's part)
there was a moment months ago when i'd forgotten all the lies that my teachers forgot \r\nthey were bleeding. And nobody knows what i'm saying they think that we're all joking \r\nbut they forget that love's not a novelty. seems like we all remember boots on in a dark december, \r\nand that fire is all too real.\r\na boy said please don't panic while a girl slept in an abandoned attic \r\nand if we're chaotic then there are lives that are fucking starving.\r\nand your father died last spring, and these vulgar symbols don't say anything. \r\nand if we are all then that's left, then there's no need for this. my love i have a secret--\r\nwe are all that's left. i was no afraid of us being alone, i was just afraid of us being all we know.\r\n2,3,4.\r\nthere was a moment days ago when a friend told me they were dying. but growing up is giving up, \r\nand death is adulthood. loved a healthy hatred reserved solely for The Species; \r\nwe are a sole ingredient that gave up years ago.\r\nwe were dark as the ocean...\r\nthis is god's work we do...
we gave up years ago.\r\n\r\n\r\nIII. dissident\r\n\r\n[tab]Capo 3\r\nD-E[/tab]\r\n\r\n(on the 8th and tenth fret of the a-string during this song and that seemed to work )\r\n\r\ni was the humpback camel\r\nyou were the needles eye\r\nhow did i get inside\r\na miracle of modern science\r\ncontemporary progress\r\nand they say that im just a caveman\r\npainting a wall \r\nim seeing only shadows and thinking\r\nthey are they're all mine\r\na train whistles dissonant\r\nand im some no count dissident\r\njust getting lost in the mist\r\nof a time when we were both missing it.\r\nand we screamed up the punks\r\nand imagined our sunset\r\nwould rise inside our eyes\r\nand always set behind us\r\ni've had days in which my face dont fit\r\nand nights defined by amphetamines\r\nand oh my god im a hypocrite\r\nwith tattoos and two skinny wrists\r\nim almost twenty but im still\r\njust a little kid \r\nwho sometimes tends to throw stupid fits\r\nbut i wont grow up\r\ni wont grow up \r\nno, no not even a little bit.\r\nWe'll all keep on whistlin\r\nwe'll all keep on whistlin\r\nand maybe you'll keep\r\nwhistlin too yeah\r\nwe'll all keep on whistlin' (repeat forever and scream)\r\n\r\nIV. these bones on loan\r\n\r\n[tab]verses/middle section\r\nD-A-G[/tab]\r\n\r\n\"these aren't my bones...\"\r\nBm-G-D-G\r\n\r\nwishing that i was a masochist that i was a sadomasochist not taking chances, \r\nholding my head above water dosen't mean i'm in love. she was a writer and i was a fighter, \r\ni guess that we couldn't own up to either- i was a coward and she was my crutch. \r\nsometimes i find myself wondering, wandering, smoldering with all these fears of my father, \r\nwhen i would rather be here sleeping you. so i'll sit on porches and busstops and stoops, \r\ntrying to let my thoughts regroup, but this noisy street makes me hurt. \r\n(justin's part) we fell like timber with fingertips out of reach like childrens dreams, \r\nthe morning light filtered through the cracked frames of fathers bifocals, \r\nwe danced early and we got and embarassed and dizzy that morning.\r\nand these aren't my bones, cause these bones are on loan.\r\n\r\nV. someone else's eden\r\n\r\nintro \r\npalm muted slide into E/palm muted Em\r\nVerse\r\nEm-G-C\r\n\r\n\"i saw father staring in the mirror and children building castles in the yard\"\r\nEm-G-C-B7\r\n\r\npre-chorus\r\nEm-G-B7-Em\r\n\r\nchorus\r\nAm-B7-F#m-Em\r\n\r\n(repeat all of the above)\r\n\r\ni woke up in someone else's eden, mother mary on the telephone, i saw father staring in the mirror \r\nand children building castles in the yard. a disenchanted mistress holds her necklace, her bare feet burned \r\nfrom walking on the red earth, the heat stroked city walks sleepless, hear the pulpit father speaks of the way \r\nlove looks to him. i woke up in someone else's dream of concrete streets and wind-up men, \r\nin tailored suits, shaking hands, under the sunset of an eroded landscape, the church and mosque are praying \r\nfor the sinners walking hand and hand in the yard.\r\n\r\nVII. The Tide \r\n\r\n[tab]Intro/Verses\r\nC-Am-C-G[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]\"i hope the fire doesn't die in you...\"\r\nA-G-C[/tab]\r\n\r\nthe only way i get around is riding my black bicycle, and someday i will ride it back to you. \r\nthere's many miles between us, right now i see the icicles, and when they melt i'll ride it back to you.\r\n(andre's verse)
i tried not to read yr diary, tried not to invade yr privacy. \r\nthere's not much i can say but i'm not as idealistic as i used to be, \r\nand i'm not sure anymore how i feel about anarchy.\r\nbut i don't feel lost and i havn't been found and i'm not sure if i'm not even sure if i want to be. \r\nbut there's someone out there who loves me, and who knows, someday we just might get married.\r\nbut this is not my home. this is not my home.\r\n(chorus)
and i hope the fire doesn't die in you--if i feel nothing then nothing feels new. \r\nwe've broken some promises and cast of some ties. we were praying for rain and in came the tide.
(niko's verse)\r\nremember when my heart-strings slid to dissonance you offered me
some tune you'd found
in the ground\r\nthen you tossed that dress you'd worn for one day
when your hands first felt dirty
\r\nthis is how we found out how
we were alive
(chorus)\r\n\r\nVIII. are you asking to be a sail?\r\n\r\n[tab]Verse\r\nG-Bm-C[/tab]\r\n\r\n\"i might have fell too low\"\r\nAm-G\r\n\"i might have tried to hide\"\r\nAm-D\r\n\r\n\"we'll walk the dotted line of inattention what stepped in while i was gone...\"\r\nAm-Bm-G-D\r\n\r\nIX. all paths lead\r\n\r\n[tab]verse\r\nD-Bm-G-A[/tab]\r\n\r\nchorus\r\nBm-A-G\r\n\r\nall paths lead to different bedrooms, these hosts lie in their tattered dresses, \r\naddressing the new boy of the evening his head is in his hand. we weren't meant for this, \r\nwe weren't meant for this, we're all uprooted flowers transplanted to strange homes, \r\ncaught a bird with delicate wings, a little paperbird trembled in my palm, \r\nescaped into the garden behind these white white walls, \r\ni'll float into your room on the scent of juniper and ale, \r\nwe'll dance until we fall, and fall until we wake.\r\n\r\n\r\nXI. stranger at the door\r\n\r\n3/4\r\nintro\r\nEm-G-D-C\r\n\r\n\r\npart 2 4/4 \"a liar in the table\"\r\nEm-G-D-C x 3\r\n\r\non the fourth time it goes \r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch] \r\nA liar at the table a fire in the barn[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]\r\na breath, my ribs, in sorrow[/tab]\r\n\r\n\"there's nobody coming\"\r\nEm-F\r\n\r\n(until)\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]                             [ch]Em[/ch]\r\ngod fearing back fucking breaking[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]\r\nfucking breaking[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]\r\nthere's a stranger at the door[/tab]\r\n\r\nrepeat part 2\r\n\r\n\"shut the lights...\"\r\n[ch]Em[/ch]\r\n\r\nmaybe i was waiting on the
wonders of a patient when
i wished the stars on you.\r\nbut patience breeds no virtue, it will only turn green to blue.\r\nthere are others in the cities BURNING BUILDINGS
 by the droughted lake that year
who asked the prophet \r\nso lazily
just what they could do for their fear\r\na liar at the table
a fire in the barn
a breath
my ribs
in sorrow\r\nthere's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming \r\nthere's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming \r\nshut the lights shut the window shut the door shut the lights theres nobody coming\r\nTHERES A STRANGER AT THE DOOR A STRANGER AT THE DOOR\r\nwe'll market this fear, all this solace of years, i'm a god-fearing, back fucking breaking
fucking breaking\r\n
THERES A STRANGER AT THE DOOR\r\nshut the lights
shutthewindowshutthedoor\r\n\r\n\r\nXII. green river sometimes\r\n\r\nDon't exactly know how to play this. i do know that the only chords niko uses in it are Em, D,C,G \r\n\r\n------\r\n\r\n\r\n\"\"Lights In the Quarry\" chords/lyrics\" by mallory\r\n-\r\n\r\nwe have been getting a bunch of e-mails about chords and lyrics to songs--so to make it easy--\r\nhere are (almost) all of the lyrics and chords to all of the songs we’ve written over the past two years \r\nyou will probably need to track down niko or noel or have some patience to figure them out.\r\n\r\nlights in the quarry....\r\n.. ..\r\nI. one hand extended to you, the other to traffic...\r\n.. ..\r\n(in 3/4 time)\r\n.. ..\r\nverses and chorus\r\n[tab]C-Am-G\r\n.. ..\r\n\"our bodies are tangled...\"[/tab]\r\n[ch]Am[/ch]\r\n\r\n\"you can't help me tonight…\"\r\n[ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab]C-Am-G until end[/tab]\r\n[tab].. ..\r\nso we packed our bags, said \"sure we got a long way to drive--\" doesn't seem so far tonight.\r\n And the firetrucks and ambulances interrupt our peaceful naps that we take \r\nin the backs of truckstops in the grass. And we read the signs in the truckstops\r\n and the halls of our old high schools/they don't mean much--\r\nbut i guess that they mean enough for us to pay attention.\r\n and i wanted you like a deer caught in high beams/like broken down (broken down) rhyme schemes.\r\n I counted time in highway lines and cigarettes \r\nand quarters spent on phone calls that go direct to answering machines. (chorus). \r\nAnd i'm trying to find home, but where is that? is it the place where i can rest my bones, \r\nor the place where you first caressed my bones or where there's no telephone.\r\n And you ran your fingers down my spine like electric powerlines, your profile stared at the stars, \r\nsilhouetted by passing cars. And i said let's hitch a ride, but you said no, let us stay a while. \r\nit's nice out tonight...and our bodies are tangled my mind is mangled and you can't help me tonight. \r\n(chorus)\r\n.. ..\r\nII. swingin' against fascism....\r\n.. ..\r\nCapo 1\r\nG-C[/tab]\r\n.. ..\r\n.. ..\r\ni put on my muddiest of shoes, i'm gonna swing dance in your living room. waltz into yr kitchen, \r\neat all of your supposed refuse, howl at the moon, never do what you want me to. you may call me rude--\r\nbut i won't let you politely dig my grave, or tell me where to name my final resting place.\r\n where's the demarcation line from my fist to a giant's might. hold fast, do not fear the sea. \r\nhold out, you're stronger than the riot police. don't be startled, darlin'--it's just me. \r\nso we go shirtless in the rain, make a home nearly any place, camp out on fire escapes \r\nstare deep into our lover's face say \"i won't swear to god, but i'll swear to some holy mistake). \r\ncuz it's just time and gravity, grinding us we're soft machines, we're warm machines, \r\n.. ..\r\nIII. ghost people....\r\n\r\n[tab]capo 6\r\n.. ..\r\nverse\r\nC-Am-C(strum the low E string too)-G[/tab]\r\n[tab].. ..\r\nchorus\r\nF-C-Am-F-C-Am-F-C-Am-G-C-G-C[/tab]\r\n.. ..\r\nThe things we’ve carried, well they really don’t matter, but the things we’ve dropped will follow us,\r\n a dashing ghost came in the post, he told me that I mean the most horrible things, \r\nwhen I said she spread her wings, and after that it rained for three weeks straight, \r\nso we layered our free sweaters overnight, wishing only the best wishes, kissing only the best dreams, \r\nlet it seem, like the splitting seams, didn’t expose them, so we set sail \r\non the great flood that is the world, but silly me, look at me, I forgot my common dignity, \r\nand didn’t pack the sense to keep up on my rent. And my memories might seem cliché, \r\nand I wish I always had the right things to say, that my body was perfect in its own damn way. \r\nI’ve got fourteen letters in a wrapped envelope, \r\nthey spoke of love in thinly veiled changed handwriting, \r\nand burned so nicely into smoke, so believe me when I say \r\nthat youre not just a cobblestone in my path, \r\ncuz if you were you’d make me crash, and forget where I was going, and where I was, \r\nbut I would know, I was home at last. I always try to concentrate when I’m running late\r\n but the fog of these ghost people hide the way to our nice steeple, let’s get us a flashlight, \r\nand the light just might, help our failing sight. (chorus) what’s up with those kids \r\nfrom the other side of town, cant they see the ghosts around, me cant they see the ghosts surround, \r\nno they don’t, but the tide washes us away, its alright I didn’t want to stay.\r\n.. ..\r\nIV. fine wine and ladies....\r\nEm-D-C\r\n.. ..\r\nverse\r\nEm-D-C-Em-D-C-Em\r\n\r\nguitar build up thing\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\n“and the rain came down”[/tab]\r\n[tab]G-C-D-C[/tab]\r\n[tab]“sticks and stones”\r\nG-C-G-C-D[/tab]\r\n.. ..\r\nwhere are my wings my dying wisdom, I left them at the wayside by the drain, \r\nim young but im aging my body is changing like a moth dying slowly towards flight, \r\nand I rent these rooms with nails in the walls and birds that live in bathroom vents, \r\n \r\n[tab]V. devil in the moonlight\r\n.. ..\r\ncapo 2\r\n.. ..\r\nG-C[/tab]\r\n.. ..\r\nit's evening time. i'd trust anyone in morning light i'd put my arm around the devil in the moonlight. \r\nthey say home is where the heart is, i say home is were we parted for the last time. \r\nand it changes with the seasons and like the leaves i'm leaving, just one more time. \r\nwe make our own mythologies pass em off as autobiographies, but how vain can two people be to think \r\nthat their legacy will live longer than the trees that he planted, when he was just fourteen.\r\n with his father in the backyard, his father with his strong arms, working the ground. \r\nnow lips are moving, there's barely any sound or maybe i'm just not caught up in what's around me. \r\nand it changes with the seasons it's a tired restless feeling--\r\ndarlin' don't go this time. because i fit in you so perfect it burns,\r\n but i don't mind the hurtin cuz it comes from you. and it feels good to cry sometimes\r\n but as an ending it doesn't satisfy.\r\n.. ..\r\nVI. this song kills cops\r\n\r\n.. based around G and C major chords..\r\n.. ..\r\nVII. red, white, and blues\r\n.. ..\r\nintro/between verses\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nverses[/tab]\r\n[tab]G-Em-C-G[/tab]\r\n[tab]“hey what do you know…”\r\nG-Em-C[/tab]\r\n[tab]“this time when the levee breaks”\r\nG-Em-C-G[/tab]\r\n[tab].. ..\r\nVIII. god in the details\r\n(the rhythm of these chord changes is somewhat tricky but here is a solid skeleton)\r\n.. ..\r\nthe opening riff is played on the b-string\r\n.. ..\r\nb- 3^0 5^0 3^0 1^0[/tab]\r\n[tab].. ..\r\nthe underlying chords of the song are\r\nVerse\r\nriff G-riff C\r\n.. ..\r\n“you moved your hand”\r\nC-G[/tab]\r\n[tab].. ..\r\n“and the future is a suture”\r\nD-C-G-D-C-Em\r\n.. ..\r\n“I won’t be true to you”\r\nriffG-riffC\r\n.. ..\r\nbanjo/bass/drum break[/tab]\r\n[ch]Em[/ch] and [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab]ending\r\nG-C[/tab]\r\n[tab].. ..\r\ni like the grass stains on yr knees, but can we go home soon please? \r\nit's been the bluest monday since the last blue sunday, drenched in november rain. \r\nand i'll sleep the day away won't hear the sounds of...someone listening. \r\nand you might find it might be time to sing. you moved your head an inch to the right \r\nand i swore that god was in the details that night. but i am an athiest, so what does that make us, \r\ntwo people in love, or just two people with broken compasses. ....\r\nit's the sound of someone listening, and the future is a suture \r\nbut i believe in believing in something, maybe i'm not that cracked up at all. \r\nand i promised you i'd love ya till the birds stop singing. now i'm in the woods...with a shotgun. \r\ni won't be true to you. i won't be true to anybody, anybody new. like the songs i knew.\r\n all the songs i wish i knew. like the songs i wrote. all the songs i wrote for you. \r\nstrange faces strange places, strange people (strange folk). it's the sounds of someone listening.\r\n.. ..\r\nVIII. fuck this I’m leaving\r\n.. ..\r\nE-A[/tab]\r\n.. ..\r\nverse\r\nBm-Am-D-Bm-Am-G\r\n.. ..\r\n“we left footprints”\r\nBm-Am-G\r\n.. ..\r\n‘the red clamps on the left ventricle”\r\nBm-A-D\r\n.. ..\r\n“the light of idea”\r\nBm-D-Am\r\n.. ..\r\n“we’ll make love in all the rubble”\r\n[tab]G-D-G-D[/tab]\r\n[tab].. ..\r\nbass/drum break\r\nD-Bm[/tab]\r\nand we cast shadows in our feeble human light (x2)\r\ntuning (GCEA)\r\n.. ..\r\nverse\r","plain_text":"Also included here are the chords and lyrics to Lights in the Quarry \n\n------\nStrange Homes\n-\n\nI. the house you were raised in\n\nThe house you were raised in\nverse pattern is like this:\n\n\n\n\npart 2\n\n\n\n\nending is \nEm-D-C \n\ngo away from my western window it's not the writing on the wall, we built the house that you were raised and \nwe're tearing it down this fall, your fathers face is turning gray and the ashes are still cooling off, \nbut thats okay i also live in a dream and im hoping to see you there. (sofia) \nwe spend our whole lives just trying to build up our towers to heaven, from what i have learned \nits hard to discern which way is the right direction, \nthe higher you build the higher it will be to escape from, \nbut me i quite toiling a long time ago continue at your own discretion. \nit's still the ocean even if it's frozen \nwhy not. we're alive and the water's fine and my mind's a beehive why not. \n\nso far out west, i don't need to be, found a strange place where you used to sleep, \nit's been raining i never got dry \n(**these three lines one by one and then repeated over each other until the end**) \nfound a strange home\n\nII. god's work\n\nintro\nAm\n\nverse\nAm-C-Bm\n\npart 2 (pseudo bossa nova feel part) \"a boy said please don't panic\"\nAm-G\n\n\n\n\n\n(return to verse)\n\npart 5 \"dark as the ocean\"\nAm-C-Bm\n\n\"gave up years ago\"\nAm\n\nGod's Work (niko's part)
in the valley where we found a body lost it's eyes were loud \nand with the withering loose order my face in electric cords displayed so proudly with a flag \nbut did they know oh did they know\nthis is god's work we do
my metal angel rusted through
at the well where we said we grew\ni did not pray for a lying daughter down beneath the tv station static wave we knew where we came from\nGod's Work (andre's part)
there was a moment months ago when i'd forgotten all the lies that my teachers forgot \nthey were bleeding. And nobody knows what i'm saying they think that we're all joking \nbut they forget that love's not a novelty. seems like we all remember boots on in a dark december, \nand that fire is all too real.\na boy said please don't panic while a girl slept in an abandoned attic \nand if we're chaotic then there are lives that are fucking starving.\nand your father died last spring, and these vulgar symbols don't say anything. \nand if we are all then that's left, then there's no need for this. my love i have a secret--\nwe are all that's left. i was no afraid of us being alone, i was just afraid of us being all we know.\n2,3,4.\nthere was a moment days ago when a friend told me they were dying. but growing up is giving up, \nand death is adulthood. loved a healthy hatred reserved solely for The Species; \nwe are a sole ingredient that gave up years ago.\nwe were dark as the ocean...\nthis is god's work we do...
we gave up years ago.\n\n\nIII. dissident\n\n\n\n(on the 8th and tenth fret of the a-string during this song and that seemed to work )\n\ni was the humpback camel\nyou were the needles eye\nhow did i get inside\na miracle of modern science\ncontemporary progress\nand they say that im just a caveman\npainting a wall \nim seeing only shadows and thinking\nthey are they're all mine\na train whistles dissonant\nand im some no count dissident\njust getting lost in the mist\nof a time when we were both missing it.\nand we screamed up the punks\nand imagined our sunset\nwould rise inside our eyes\nand always set behind us\ni've had days in which my face dont fit\nand nights defined by amphetamines\nand oh my god im a hypocrite\nwith tattoos and two skinny wrists\nim almost twenty but im still\njust a little kid \nwho sometimes tends to throw stupid fits\nbut i wont grow up\ni wont grow up \nno, no not even a little bit.\nWe'll all keep on whistlin\nwe'll all keep on whistlin\nand maybe you'll keep\nwhistlin too yeah\nwe'll all keep on whistlin' (repeat forever and scream)\n\nIV. these bones on loan\n\n\n\n\"these aren't my bones...\"\nBm-G-D-G\n\nwishing that i was a masochist that i was a sadomasochist not taking chances, \nholding my head above water dosen't mean i'm in love. she was a writer and i was a fighter, \ni guess that we couldn't own up to either- i was a coward and she was my crutch. \nsometimes i find myself wondering, wandering, smoldering with all these fears of my father, \nwhen i would rather be here sleeping you. so i'll sit on porches and busstops and stoops, \ntrying to let my thoughts regroup, but this noisy street makes me hurt. \n(justin's part) we fell like timber with fingertips out of reach like childrens dreams, \nthe morning light filtered through the cracked frames of fathers bifocals, \nwe danced early and we got and embarassed and dizzy that morning.\nand these aren't my bones, cause these bones are on loan.\n\nV. someone else's eden\n\nintro \npalm muted slide into E/palm muted Em\nVerse\nEm-G-C\n\n\"i saw father staring in the mirror and children building castles in the yard\"\nEm-G-C-B7\n\npre-chorus\nEm-G-B7-Em\n\nchorus\nAm-B7-F#m-Em\n\n(repeat all of the above)\n\ni woke up in someone else's eden, mother mary on the telephone, i saw father staring in the mirror \nand children building castles in the yard. a disenchanted mistress holds her necklace, her bare feet burned \nfrom walking on the red earth, the heat stroked city walks sleepless, hear the pulpit father speaks of the way \nlove looks to him. i woke up in someone else's dream of concrete streets and wind-up men, \nin tailored suits, shaking hands, under the sunset of an eroded landscape, the church and mosque are praying \nfor the sinners walking hand and hand in the yard.\n\nVII. The Tide \n\n\n\n\n\nthe only way i get around is riding my black bicycle, and someday i will ride it back to you. \nthere's many miles between us, right now i see the icicles, and when they melt i'll ride it back to you.\n(andre's verse)
i tried not to read yr diary, tried not to invade yr privacy. \nthere's not much i can say but i'm not as idealistic as i used to be, \nand i'm not sure anymore how i feel about anarchy.\nbut i don't feel lost and i havn't been found and i'm not sure if i'm not even sure if i want to be. \nbut there's someone out there who loves me, and who knows, someday we just might get married.\nbut this is not my home. this is not my home.\n(chorus)
and i hope the fire doesn't die in you--if i feel nothing then nothing feels new. \nwe've broken some promises and cast of some ties. we were praying for rain and in came the tide.
(niko's verse)\nremember when my heart-strings slid to dissonance you offered me
some tune you'd found
in the ground\nthen you tossed that dress you'd worn for one day
when your hands first felt dirty
\nthis is how we found out how
we were alive
(chorus)\n\nVIII. are you asking to be a sail?\n\n\n\n\"i might have fell too low\"\nAm-G\n\"i might have tried to hide\"\nAm-D\n\n\"we'll walk the dotted line of inattention what stepped in while i was gone...\"\nAm-Bm-G-D\n\nIX. all paths lead\n\n\n\nchorus\nBm-A-G\n\nall paths lead to different bedrooms, these hosts lie in their tattered dresses, \naddressing the new boy of the evening his head is in his hand. we weren't meant for this, \nwe weren't meant for this, we're all uprooted flowers transplanted to strange homes, \ncaught a bird with delicate wings, a little paperbird trembled in my palm, \nescaped into the garden behind these white white walls, \ni'll float into your room on the scent of juniper and ale, \nwe'll dance until we fall, and fall until we wake.\n\n\nXI. stranger at the door\n\n3/4\nintro\nEm-G-D-C\n\n\npart 2 4/4 \"a liar in the table\"\nEm-G-D-C x 3\n\non the fourth time it goes \n\n\n\n\n\"there's nobody coming\"\nEm-F\n\n(until)\n\n\n\n\nrepeat part 2\n\n\"shut the lights...\"\nEm\n\nmaybe i was waiting on the
wonders of a patient when
i wished the stars on you.\nbut patience breeds no virtue, it will only turn green to blue.\nthere are others in the cities BURNING BUILDINGS
 by the droughted lake that year
who asked the prophet \nso lazily
just what they could do for their fear\na liar at the table
a fire in the barn
a breath
my ribs
in sorrow\nthere's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming \nthere's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming there's nobody coming \nshut the lights shut the window shut the door shut the lights theres nobody coming\nTHERES A STRANGER AT THE DOOR A STRANGER AT THE DOOR\nwe'll market this fear, all this solace of years, i'm a god-fearing, back fucking breaking
fucking breaking\n
THERES A STRANGER AT THE DOOR\nshut the lights
shutthewindowshutthedoor\n\n\nXII. green river sometimes\n\nDon't exactly know how to play this. i do know that the only chords niko uses in it are Em, D,C,G \n\n------\n\n\n\"\"Lights In the Quarry\" chords/lyrics\" by mallory\n-\n\nwe have been getting a bunch of e-mails about chords and lyrics to songs--so to make it easy--\nhere are (almost) all of the lyrics and chords to all of the songs we’ve written over the past two years \nyou will probably need to track down niko or noel or have some patience to figure them out.\n\nlights in the quarry....\n.. ..\nI. one hand extended to you, the other to traffic...\n.. ..\n(in 3/4 time)\n.. ..\nverses and chorus\n\nAm\n\n\"you can't help me tonight…\"\nG\n\n\n\n.. ..\n.. ..\ni put on my muddiest of shoes, i'm gonna swing dance in your living room. waltz into yr kitchen, \neat all of your supposed refuse, howl at the moon, never do what you want me to. you may call me rude--\nbut i won't let you politely dig my grave, or tell me where to name my final resting place.\n where's the demarcation line from my fist to a giant's might. hold fast, do not fear the sea. \nhold out, you're stronger than the riot police. don't be startled, darlin'--it's just me. \nso we go shirtless in the rain, make a home nearly any place, camp out on fire escapes \nstare deep into our lover's face say \"i won't swear to god, but i'll swear to some holy mistake). \ncuz it's just time and gravity, grinding us we're soft machines, we're warm machines, \n.. ..\nIII. ghost people....\n\n\n\n.. ..\nThe things we’ve carried, well they really don’t matter, but the things we’ve dropped will follow us,\n a dashing ghost came in the post, he told me that I mean the most horrible things, \nwhen I said she spread her wings, and after that it rained for three weeks straight, \nso we layered our free sweaters overnight, wishing only the best wishes, kissing only the best dreams, \nlet it seem, like the splitting seams, didn’t expose them, so we set sail \non the great flood that is the world, but silly me, look at me, I forgot my common dignity, \nand didn’t pack the sense to keep up on my rent. And my memories might seem cliché, \nand I wish I always had the right things to say, that my body was perfect in its own damn way. \nI’ve got fourteen letters in a wrapped envelope, \nthey spoke of love in thinly veiled changed handwriting, \nand burned so nicely into smoke, so believe me when I say \nthat youre not just a cobblestone in my path, \ncuz if you were you’d make me crash, and forget where I was going, and where I was, \nbut I would know, I was home at last. I always try to concentrate when I’m running late\n but the fog of these ghost people hide the way to our nice steeple, let’s get us a flashlight, \nand the light just might, help our failing sight. (chorus) what’s up with those kids \nfrom the other side of town, cant they see the ghosts around, me cant they see the ghosts surround, \nno they don’t, but the tide washes us away, its alright I didn’t want to stay.\n.. ..\nIV. fine wine and ladies....\nEm-D-C\n.. ..\nverse\nEm-D-C-Em-D-C-Em\n\nguitar build up thing\n\n\n\n.. ..\nwhere are my wings my dying wisdom, I left them at the wayside by the drain, \nim young but im aging my body is changing like a moth dying slowly towards flight, \nand I rent these rooms with nails in the walls and birds that live in bathroom vents, \n \n\n.. ..\nit's evening time. i'd trust anyone in morning light i'd put my arm around the devil in the moonlight. \nthey say home is where the heart is, i say home is were we parted for the last time. \nand it changes with the seasons and like the leaves i'm leaving, just one more time. \nwe make our own mythologies pass em off as autobiographies, but how vain can two people be to think \nthat their legacy will live longer than the trees that he planted, when he was just fourteen.\n with his father in the backyard, his father with his strong arms, working the ground. \nnow lips are moving, there's barely any sound or maybe i'm just not caught up in what's around me. \nand it changes with the seasons it's a tired restless feeling--\ndarlin' don't go this time. because i fit in you so perfect it burns,\n but i don't mind the hurtin cuz it comes from you. and it feels good to cry sometimes\n but as an ending it doesn't satisfy.\n.. ..\nVI. this song kills cops\n\n.. based around G and C major chords..\n.. ..\nVII. red, white, and blues\n.. ..\nintro/between verses\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEm and G\n\n\n\n.. ..\nverse\nBm-Am-D-Bm-Am-G\n.. ..\n“we left footprints”\nBm-Am-G\n.. ..\n‘the red clamps on the left ventricle”\nBm-A-D\n.. ..\n“the light of idea”\nBm-D-Am\n.. ..\n“we’ll make love in all the rubble”\n\n\nand we cast shadows in our feeble human light (x2)\ntuning (GCEA)\n.. ..\nverse","chords":["G","Em","D","C","Am","Bm","F","E","A","B7","F#m"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}