Sounds Familiar
The WeakerthansVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
Shedding skin faster than skin can grow
And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know
The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty schoolyards
Has found a higher pitch and broader scale
Than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last
And one must bruise and one must fail
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw
Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
And then we rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether
Pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation
That seemed so original, I must, we must never stop
Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut
Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows
And my voice will scratch to yell many more
But before I spill the things I mean to hide away
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment
I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty
Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement
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Readable chord sheet for Sounds Familiar by The Weakerthans
[D] We em[A]erged from youth all [Bm]wide-eyed like the [G]rest [D] Shedding [A]skin [Bm]faster than [G]skin can grow And [D]armed with hammers, [A]feathers, blunt knives [Bm]Words to meet and [G]to define and [D]to, but you m[A]ust know [Bm] The [D]same games that we [A]played in dirt, in [Bm]dusty schoolyards[G] Has found a [D]higher pitch and [A]broader [Bm]scale [G] Than [D]we feared [A]possible, and [Bm]someone must be [G]picked last And [D]one must bruise and [A]one must [Bm]fail And [D]that still twitching [A]bird was so de[Bm]ceived by a [G]window So we [D]eulogized [A]fondly, we [Bm]dug deep and [G]threw Its [D]elegant [A]plumage and [Bm]frantic black [G]eyes in a hole[D] And then we [A]rushed out to [Bm]kill something [G]new, so we could [D]bury that [A]too The first [Bm]chapters of [G]lives almost [D]made us give [A]up altog[Bm]ether [D]Pushed towards [A]tired forms of [Bm]self-immol[G]ation That [D]seemed so or[A]iginal, I [Bm]must, we must [G]never stop [D]Watching the [A]sky with our [Bm]hands in our [G]pockets Stop [D]peering in [A]windows when we [Bm]know doors are [G]shut Stop [D]yelling small [A]stories and [Bm]bad jokes and [G]sorrows And [D]my voice will [A]scratch to yell [Bm]many more [G]But before [D]I spill the things [A]I mean to [Bm]hide away [G] Or [D]gouge my eyes with [A]platitudes of [Bm]sentiment [G] I'll [D]drown the urge for [A]permanence and [Bm]certainty [G] Crouch [D]down and scrawl my [A]name with yours in [Bm]wet[G] cement [D]