Little Black Heart by The Early November
The Mother, The Mechanic, and the Path, 2006
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Play with Capo on 1st fret. All chords and tabs relative to tuning.
Chords:
- 320033 - 133211
- xx0232 - 355xxx
- x32030 - x355xx
- x02010 - x022xx
- 200232 - 022xxx
- 022030
< - - RIFF 1 - - - > < - - - - RIFF 2 - - - - >
e|-7-2-3-------7-2-3-5-|--8--8----7-7--8--8----7-7-|
B|---------------------|--10-10---8-8--10-10---8-8-|
G|---------------------|---------------------------|
D|---------------------|---------------------------|
A|---------------------|---------------------------|
E|---------------------|---------------------------|
VERSE 1:
I’ve got some deep scars from a little black heart that’s miles away.
I sent it packing after I saw what it did and I couldn’t believe.
And now my chest hurts from the hole that I dug. It’s getting harder to breathe.
I’m really gasping, wishing I could turn back and that would fix everything
CHORUS:
(for once.) It’s my life, I might as well live it.
Along with the bad times, just happy to be living.
So it’s my time. I know it sounds selfish.
I’m really not like that. We live and we die for this.
VERSE 2: (play marked RIFFs in the verse along with chords)
RIFF 1>
So now my head hurts and it’s only getting worse every time that I think.
RIFF 2>
I feel a choking every time I have to sing. It’s getting harder for me.
RIFF 1>
And now my stomach hurts. As long as I’m in love it’s so hard to leave.
RIFF 2>
I feel a bad pain moving through my chest and my knees start to shake.
My knees start to shake. It’s bringing me down.
CHORUS:
This is my life. I might as well live it.
Along with the bad times. Just love to be living.
So this is my time. It know it sounds selfish.
I think I’ll have some ice cream. We live and we die for this.
BRIDGE:
There’s one thing missing every time I step outside.
One thing missing every time I leave and drive.
One thing missing every time I’m far from home.
There’s one thing missing every time I leave for months.
One thing missing every time I lose control.
There’s one thing missing every time that I stay home.
VERSE 3:
I’ve got some deep scars from a little black heart that only make me stronger.
And now I don’t sleep seeing any relief. It gives me some perspective.
CHORUS:
This is my life. I might as well live it.
Along with the bad times. Just glad to be living.
And this is my time. I might as well share it.
I’ll give you all my money. We live and we die for this.
(x2)
SOLO: End on: