1. |
Something's Wrong
03:37
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DDUDDU on each chord throughout the song.
C Am Dm G x2
C Bb F G
I steal downstairs at night
When my roommates are asleep
I read his emails by
The glow of the Coke machine
Bb F Am G
If I was a little bolder
I’d show him my postpone folder
C Am Dm G
Something’s wrong, I haven’t kissed him
Something’s wrong, I haven’t held his hand
Something is wrong, what am I missing
Why do I care about this man?
I should be happy here
I worked so hard for this
Rooms filled with valedictorians
From first bell to class dismissed
Four hours north of home
He makes me feel less alone
Chorus
Am F G Dm
The sun is rising, I haven’t sent this
The From: field is etched on my retinas
I fall asleep in yesterday’s clothes
Today I’ll dream in binary code
Chorus
G Cm
Something’s wrong
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2. |
Two Devils
03:09
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F C F C
You saw the devil in his name
F Dm Bb C
In your mother tongue
I saw the devil in your name
Takes one to know one
Am C
Two devils
Bb Dm Am C
You’re the one I know
Dm Bb F C
Don’t know who to trust
Satan was an angel once
He won’t talk to me in meat space
I see him on my screen
I see you all the time in meat space
He tells me talk is cheap
Two devils
He’s the one I don’t
Chorus
Dm C Bb A
I turn my head, I close my ears
Your words will hurt, don’t want to hear them
I clear my throat, I make a joke
I drink my words so I won’t choke
Two devils
Which way do I go? [riff]
Chorus
End on F football
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3. |
Ivan
03:53
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C Dm Am G
I got a glimpse inside your mind
We don’t talk much in real life
It’s implicit, by design
That our paths only cross on Pine
F C Am G
Yazışma Perepiska
Levelezés Correspondence
[Instrumental break]
I’m tired of playing by the rules
I’m sick of waiting weeks for you
Language makes me feel a fool
I ran out of words for you
Chorus
Am F Am G
You’re beguiled by my keystrokes
A spirit haunting Matthews Lab
Wish I could be who you saw on the screen
But our words are all I have
[Instrumental break]
Maybe our ghostwriters could meet
How do you know it’s really me?
They could keep each other company
And we could leave each other be
Chorus 2x
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4. |
Switching Tracks
03:01
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C G Dm G7
I didn’t think to look here, but here you are
Like you’ve always been waiting in the cafe car
Am G Dm G7
Don’t think I’m ready, can’t question fate
C G Dm G7
I sit down next to you for old times sake
Am F Dm G7
Dirty fingernails and greasy hair
Wish I looked a little better
I practiced my small talk; my mind’s gone blank
My heart should be racing, but I don’t feel a pang
I’m too scared and you’re too stubborn to go off-script
Can’t we just improvise our way through this?
Two weeks in a sleeper bed
You smell like soap and fresh baked bread
C Am Dm G7
Switching tracks, I’m all alone
Hear that lonesome whistle moan
Signal problems, ties undone
Switching tracks, I’m almost home
F C Am G7
You’ll leave this train like you left school
I’ll watch you walk away
And wonder how your cheap shoes
Contain your feet of clay
Chorus
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5. |
A Toast
00:59
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G Em C G
Welcome back to Boston
The home of the bean and the cod
Where the Lowells speak only to Cabots
And the Cabots speak only to God
Yes, the Cabots speak only to God
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6. |
Another Year
04:00
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C Am C Am
It all looks different from first-floor windows
F G F G
Back outside Boston, I should have moved on
Signed up for classes and changed my major
The Yard’s familiar like the surface of the moon
Dm Em Dm F G
Waltz on the Weeks Bridge, ball game on Sundays
When the bells in the steeple would wake me at one
C Am F G
Another year back where I started
Another year to take my place among the scholars
Clear-eyed and brokenhearted
Another year back at square one
I turn our head as I pass our call box
That’s where you phoned me, outside of Bradstreet
A magic trick that cast a long, dark shadow
How long til it fades into the landscape
A parting message from the monks of Danilov
The bells were here before me, they’ll be here when I’m gone
Chorus
Em Dm F G
Peel the plastic from my brand-new notebook
Smudged cursive on pearly white
Pink Pet eraser at the ready
A hundred pages to mar with graphite
Chorus
Another year back where I started
Another year, I’ll take my place among the scholars
Clear-eyed and broken hearted
Back where I need to be, back at square one
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Travels With Brindle Boston, Massachusetts
Under the name Travels With Brindle, Boston-based songwriter Chelsea Spear got started as a busker on the MBTA, playing ukulele covers for a diverse audience. She later began writing her own music, developing the ethereal-yet-gritty style that can now be heard in the tight melodies of her most recent EP, Greetings from Rocky Point. She is writing her second EP. ... more
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