wtorek, 27 stycznia 2015

Foster the people - Pumped up kicks

Robert's got a quick hand.                                           f  Gis
He'll look around the room,                                         Dis 
he wont tell you his plan.                                            B 
He's got a rolled cigarette                                          f Gis
hanging out his mouth.                                              Dis
He's a cowboy kid.                                                    B

Yeah! He found a six-shooter gun
in his dad's closet, hidden in a box of fun things.
I don't even know what,
but it's coming for you. Yeah, it's coming for you, hey!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette,
And say, 'Your hat's on fire, you must have lost your wits' yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

(Run, Run, Run, Run. Run, Run.
R-Run, Run, Run.
R-Run.
R-Run, Run, Run.
R-Run.
Run, Run.
Run, Run.
Run, Run, Run.)

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Hozier - Take me to church

My lover's got humour                                                    e a e
She's the giggle at a funeral                                     a G
Knows everybody's disapproval                                 a e 
I should've worshipped her sooner                             a e 
If the Heavens ever did speak                                        a e 
She is the last true mouthpiece                                 a G 
Every Sunday's getting more bleak                             a e 
A fresh poison each week                                        a D   
"We were born sick" - you heard them say it               C 
My church offers no absolution                                 e a e
She tells me "worship in the bedroom"                      a G  
The only heaven I'll be sent to                                 a e 
Is when I'm alone with you                                     a D
I was born sick, but I love it                                   C 
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen.                                             G C G C G C G

Take me to church                                              e
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies          H7
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife       G
Offer me that deathless death                                a
Good God, let me give you my life x2                      e G

If I'm a pagan on the good time                             e a e
My love is the sunlight                                         a G
To keep the Goddess on my side                            a e 
She demands a sacrifices                                      a D
To drain the whole sea                                         C
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course                     e a e
That's a fine looking high horse                             a G
What you got in the stable?                                  a e 
We've a lot of starving faithful                              a D
That looks tasty                                                C
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life x2

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sins
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen.

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life x2

Audio:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYSVMgRr6pw&x-yt-ts=1421914688&x-yt-cl=84503534