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Everybody Sings A Lonesome Song

Graham Lindsey
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
:  xx2000 or 022000
/:  xx0000
 
where  have  all the  singers gone? gone to churches one by one the streets have been
 quiet for so long
 
 where has  all  the music gone? the radio keeps everyone at home, slow dancing
 through the telephone
 and then  we die  and no  one knows  and theres  just the sound of the radios
 while the counterfeits  who hate  are dreams moan joyful tones  through the tv  screen
 but i can't believe  what i  have seen now everyone hums  the same damn  melody
 and the pushers know  the junkies  will come back
 if no  one ever  understands  the trap.
 
 and for  those  young  with  out their mouths  echoes break the windows in an empty
 house and no one wants to hang around
 
not  long ago i was  just a babe  when targets chased the armed parades they ran in
 rhythym with the notes that played
 and we'd sing  along  with the fallen rain  but that  ain't how it feels today
 theres the butchers  with those electric  bones fired hearts  like empty  bombs
 explode
 now everyone's  back on  their own dying fast  i am not growing old
 yes the lonely know  the only  way is down
 and not everybody  comes back  around
 
whose  song has  stopped  for the voice  of god?  angels or fools call em what you want
 we all make due with what we've got
 
 you are  hard wired for  eternity  eyes roll back so the heart can sleep
 conversations bite the ankles of infancy
 you and i  are a stupid  symphony  reborn  and dying constantly
 like a jukebox  wind on the ocean  blows take  this change  and make the  silence gold
 its deafening out  here on  my own i suppose  thats just  the way  it goes
 but the solitude  proves everybody wrong
 cuz everybody  sings  a lonesome song
 

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Readable chord sheet for Everybody Sings A Lonesome Song by Graham Lindsey

[Em]: xx2000 or 022000
[Em6]/[D]: xx0000

[Em]  [Em7/D]  [C] [C/B] [Am7]  [C] [C] [B] [Am7] [Am7] [G] [D7/F#]

  [Em]               [Em6] [D]           [C]       [C/B]   [Am7]            [C]            [C] [B]

[Am7]where ha[Am7/G]ve all th[D7/F#]e singers gone? gone to churches one by one the streets have been

quiet for so long
  [Em]               [Em6] [D]          [C]     [C/B]        [Am7]               [C]     [C] [B]

where [Am7]has al[Am7/G]l the music gone? the radio keeps everyone at home, slow dancing

through the telephone
and [C]then we [C/B]die and [Am7]no one kn[Am7/G]ows and ther[D7/F#]es just the sound of the radios
while the [C]counterfeits who [C/B]hate are dreams moan [Am7]joyful [Am7/G]tones through the [D7/F#]tv screen
but i [Am7]can't [Am7/G]believe what i[D7/F#] have seen now [Am7]everyone [Am7]hums[G] the same d[D7/F#]amn melody
and the [Am7]pushers [C/B]know the [C]junkies will come [Am7]back  [C/B]        [C]
if [Am7]no one [C/B]ever under[C]stands[C/G] the [D7/F#]trap.

         [Em]                  [Em6] [D]        [C]      [C/B]                  [Am7]

and fo[C]r those[C/B] youn[Am7]g with[Am7/G] out their mou[D7/F#]ths echoes break the windows in an empty

house and no one wants to hang around
     [Em]            [Em6] [D]            [C]       [C/B]        [Am7]                [C]

[C/B]not long ago i w[Am7]as just a bab[Am7/G]e when targets chased the armed parades they ran in

rhythym with the notes that played
and we'd [C]sing a[C/B]long with the [Am7]fallen [Am7/G]rain but t[D7/F#]hat ain't how it feels today
theres the [C]butchers with those [C/B]electric bones fired h[Am7]earts like [Am7/G]empty bombs [D7/F#]

explode
now [Am7]everyone'[Am7/G]s back o[D7/F#]n their own dying [Am7]fast i am [Am7]not [G]growing [D7/F#]old

[Em]  [Em6] [D]  [C] [C/B] [Am7]  [C] [C] [B] [Am7] [Am7] [G] [D7/F#]

yes the [Am7]lonely [C/B]know the o[C]nly way is d[Am7]own   [C/B]         [C]
and not [Am7]every[C/B]body c[C]omes [C/G]back a[D7/F#]round

      [Em]                       [Em6] [D]            [C]      [C/B]           [Am7]

[C]whose song h[C/B]as stoppe[Am7]d for the v[Am7/G]oice of [D7/F#]god? angels or fools call em what you want

we all make due with what we've got
        [Em]              [Em6] [D]     [C]       [C/B]         [Am7]                   [C]

you are[C/B] hard wired f[Am7]or ete[Am7/G]rnity eyes roll back so the heart can sleep

conversations bite the ankles of infancy
you and [C]i are a [C/B]stupid s[Am7]ymph[Am7/G]ony rebo[D7/F#]rn and dying constantly
like a [C]jukebox wind on the [C/B]ocean blows t[Am7]ake this c[Am7/G]hange and make [D7/F#]the silence gold
its [Am7]deafening [Am7/G]out here o[D7/F#]n my own i [Am7]suppose thats [Am7]just[G] the way[D7/F#] it goes
but the [Am7]solit[C/B]ude proves [C]everybody [Am7]wrong[C/B]     [C]
cuz [Am7]every[C/B]body s[C]ings a [C/G]lonesome [D7/F#]song

[Em]  [Em6] [D]  [C] [C/B] [Am7]  [C] [C] [B] [Am7] [Am7] [G] [D7/F#]

       [Am7] [C/B] [C]  [Am7] [C/B] [C]  [Am7] [C/B] [C] [C] [G] [D7/F#]  [G]  [Em9]

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