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Family Portrait

Radical Face
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 starting at :31 with the piano):
So  we start with my father as a boy barely spoke a word of english  fell in
 love from a distance he watched her working from the back fence
 He learned some words and some clever turns of phrase from his father's
 book of poets,  she wasn't taken in that instant,  but grew impressed with
 his persistence.
They  met each other out by moonlight,  made love in the nearby woods,  then
 her folks became suspicious when  her cycle broke and (?). They stole
 away without their goodbyes,  got married in a foreign town,  made their way
 
 as  best as they could. Found jobs and settled down. And then time moved on.
I  was born in a river of blood on sheets from the wedding day.  The room was dark and the
 stench was thick my father couldn't stand the smell of it.
Mama  died in the night cause the nearest doctor couldn't stem the blood
 loss. Father  cried out on the back porch. My  sister held me at the
 neighbor's house. Oh  my there was a storm then,  there was a flood of a
 different kind.  Father's eyes were often vacant, but  his hands were rarely
quiet.  Sister learned to take her hits well,  both from life and the
 physical kind,  but I was never one to lie down,  despite who picked the
fight.  So we designed our hells.
Father  turned into a drinker,  a dark bastard with a wooden heart.  Sister
 learned to be a mother,  before she ever played another part. And  I became a
 little terror,  I lashed out at whatever's around.  Took some time before I
settled,  to find a mind that was somewhat sound.  And like it always does,
 time rushed on.
Six  years later father died in the very same bedroom. Many  said it was the
 grief that did it,  I have to say it's cause he hung himself.  To be honest
 neither sister nor myself ever much regret his passing.  But I admit it was
 a nice thing,  to always know that we could feed ourselves.
 -Ben Malley

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Readable chord sheet for Family Portrait by Radical Face

starting at :31 with the piano):

[D] [A]

[D]So we start with my father as a boy barely spoke a word of englis[A]h fell in

love from a distance he watched her working from the back fence[D]

He learned some words and some clever turns of phrase from his father's

book of poets[A], she wasn't taken in that instant[E], but grew impressed with

his persistence.

[D]They met each other out by moonlight[E], made love in the nearby [A]woods, then

her folks became suspicious [C#m]when her cycle broke and (?). They st[D]ole

away without their goodbyes[E], got married in a foreign [A]town, made their way

                      [C#m]                     [D]
a[E]s best as they could. Found jobs and settled down. And then time moved on.

[D] [A]

[D]I was born in a river of blood on sheets from the wedding day[A]. The room was dark and the
stench was thick my father couldn't stand the smell of it.

[D]Mama died in the night cause the nearest doctor couldn't stem the blood

loss. [A]Father cried out on the back porch. [E]My sister held me at the

neighbor's house. [D]Oh my there was a storm then[E], there was a flood of a

different [A]kind. Father's eyes were often vacant, [C#m]but his hands were rarely

[D]quiet. Sister learned to take her hits well[E], both from life and the

physical [A]kind, but I was never one to lie down[C#m], despite who picked the

[D]fight. So we designed our [E]hells.

[A] [D] [E]

[D]Father turned into a drinker,[E] a dark bastard with a wooden [A]heart. Sister

learned to be a mother[C#m], before she ever played another part. [D]And I became a

little terror,[E] I lashed out at whatever's [A]around. Took some time before I

[C#m]settled, to find a mind that was somewhat [D]sound. And like it always [E]does,

time rushed [A]on.          [D]                  [E]

[A]Six years later father died in the very same bedroom. [D]Many said it was the

grief that did it,[E] I have to say it's cause he hung himself.[A] To be honest

neither sister nor myself ever much regret his passing.[D] But I admit it was

a nice thing,[E] to always know that we could feed ourselves. [A]

-Ben Malley

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