The List
Thea GilmoreVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt
Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt
Well he used to be a believer, til the city got its grip
Now if theres any holiness left, Well he cant remember it
She was a high-rise butterfly, crashed in 92
Into some veiled little suburb that they bulldozed through
Where the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should
Well its downtown now but it used to be the woods
It used to be the woods
And, oh its a lonely little town
And oh, its a lonely little tune
And if my name is on that list I guess Ill see you soon
First he heard her voice and then he saw her face
She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace
And they got on like children, they got a hotel room
They got a new religion, a needle and a spoon
And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands
And they walked that great divide between Disciples and partisans
And the brown and the Bible, they were never quite enough
But the life that grew inside her well that felt a bit like love
felt a bit like love
And, oh its a lonely little town
And oh, its a lonely little tune
And if my name is on that list I guess Ill see you soon
And if my name is on that list I guess Ill see you soon
The seasons are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild
The winter took his heart away, the spring it took her child
And the honeyed breath of summer is sweet and overgrown
But its always autumn sings its not too late To find your way back home
To find your way back home
And a bell sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind
The striking of a match, the smell of Paraffin
And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just want to hide
But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside
They burn from the inside
Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside
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Readable chord sheet for The List by Thea Gilmore
[E]He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt [A]Settled like a moth down in the [B]east-end Neon belt [E]Well he used to be a believer, til the city got its grip [A]Now if theres any holiness left,[B] Well he cant remember it [E]She was a high-rise butterfly, crashed in 92 [A]Into some veiled little suburb that [B]they bulldozed through [E]Where the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should [A]Well its downtown now but i[B]t used to be the woods It used to be the woods And[D], oh its a lonely [E]little town An[D]d oh, its a lonely [E]little tune An[Dsus6]d if my name is on that l[B]ist I guess Ill see you s[E]oon [E]First he heard her voice and then he saw her face [A]She shone just like a crucifix, an[B] instrument of grace [E]And they got on like children, they got a hotel room [A]They got a new religion, a n[B]eedle and a spoon [E]And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands [A]And they walked that great divide betwee[B]n Disciples and partisans [E]And the brown and the Bible, they were never quite enough [A]But the life that grew inside her well tha[B]t felt a bit like love felt a bit like love And,[D] oh its a lonely litt[E]le town And [D]oh, its a lonely lit[E]tle tune And[Dsus6] if my name is on that l[B]ist I guess Ill see you s[E]oon And[Dsus6] if my name is on that l[B]ist I guess Ill see you s[E]oon [E]The seasons are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild [A]The winter took his heart away, the [B]spring it took her child [E]And the honeyed breath of summer is sweet and overgrown [A]But its always autumn sings its not too la[B]te To find your way back home To find your way back home [E]And a bell sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind [A]The striking of a match, the [B]smell of Paraffin [E]And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just want to hide [A]But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they [B]burn from the inside They burn from the inside [A]Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they[B] burn from the inside