An Apple For An Apple
BeulahVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Fingerpicking on C that continues through out verse 1.
Bring out your dead, kids. Bring out your dead.
Your sons and daughters, they won't be spared
because this virus is just like us and its flames
are fanned by clapping hands
so board up your windows, protect your homes
take off your skins, kids, and rest your bones
there's no protection from infection so your
plans won't be too hard to break
because in this life, you'll never be free
(Distortion)
I:
I swear I'll never stray from God
no eclipse just harbored thoughts
of escape, lord, of escape
but it was a lie
the surgeon said before he cut
with delicate assassins touch
do you believe in men?
because science and a steady hand are what you need now
II:
i caved to his charm and he found a vein
now now this hole in my arm is big enough for all of us
it's not red or blue but it's filled with dust
I:
so set your sails and head due north
pall bearers wait on sandy shores
fare thee well, friend, fare well
you're gonna be fine
i rested on a bed of doubt
the pillow soft, yet still devout
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
when these thoughts race round my head involuntary
II:
the melody's sweet but it's so impure
now now they fall from these trees so i did my part
and i took a bite, oh maybe i was just an easy mark
III:
oh, it's true
it's how i fell in love
with things i couldn't see
and germs i couldn't treat
i fell hard for disease
because it made me feel alive
it made me more alive
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
Ba ba ba
Instrumental/Ba's:
IV:
it's strange
so strange
how they'll pick-pocket your grave
it's ok
it's ok
it's alright
i know that they won't get their hands wrapped round my soul
its a paltry sum oh the combination's lost and it's all i have
III:
it's true
how i fell in love
with things i couldn't see
and germs i couldn't treat
i fell hard for disease
because it made me feel alive
it made me more alive
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
ba ba ba
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Readable chord sheet for An Apple For An Apple by Beulah
Fingerpicking on C that continues through out verse 1. [C]Bring out your dead, kids. Bring out your dead. Your sons and daughters, they won't be spared because this [F]virus is just like us and its flames are fann[C]ed by clapping hands so [C]board up your windows, protect your homes take off your skins, kids, and rest your bones there's no [F]protection from infection so your plans won't be too[C] hard to break because in [G]this lif[F]e, you'll never be[C] free [C] (Distortion) I: [C]I swear I'll never stray from God no eclipse just harbored thoughts of [G]escape, lord, of[F] escape but it was a[C] lie [C]the surgeon said before he cut with del[F]icate assassins touch do [C]you believe in [Ab]men? because [G]science and a steady [F]hand are what you need [C]now II: i [Am]caved to his charm and he foun[C]d a vein now now this [Am]hole in my arm[G] is big enough [F]for all of us it's not [G]red or blue but it's [F]filled with dust I: so [C]set your sails and head due north pall bearers wait on sandy shores fare thee [G]well, friend, fare [F]well you're gonna be [C]fine i [C]rested on a bed of doubt the [F]pillow soft, yet still devout it's [C]hard, it's hard, it'[Ab]s hard when these [G]thoughts race round my [F]head invol[C]untary II: the [Am]melody's sweet but it's so [C]impure now now they [Am]fall from these trees so i [G]did my part and i to[F]ok a bite, oh ma[G]ybe i was just an [F]easy mark III: oh, it's [Am]true it's how[F] i fell in l[C]ove with [Em]things i couldn't s[Dm]ee and germs i couldn't [C]treat i [F]fell hard for dis[C]ease because it [Em]made me feel [Dm]alive it made me more [C]alive if [E7]god's always fair, wh[Am]y's his cupboard always bare? [E7]Ba ba ba Instrumental/Ba's: [C] [F] [C] [C] [F] [C] [G] [F] [G] IV: it's str[F]ange so stran[G]ge how they'll [C]pick-pocket your [Am]grave it's [F]ok it's [Em]ok it's alr[G]ight i [F]know that they [G]won't get their [C]hands wrapped round my [Am]soul its a pa[F]ltry sum oh the [G]combination's lost and it's [C]all i have III: it's tru[Am]e [F]how i fell in lo[C]ve with thi[Em]ngs i couldn't s[Dm]ee and germs i couldn't tre[C]at i [F]fell hard for [C]disease because it [Em]made me feel [Dm]alive it made me more [C]alive if [E7]god's always fair, wh[Am]y's his cupboard always bare? [E7]ba ba ba It may not be perfect, but if you notice problems, post them please. If you don't, then good enough. Now, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ALBUM, MILES?!