An Apple for an Apple
Miles Kurosky
The song has a slightly different structure than verse/chorus/bridge. I've labeled them
Intro/I/II/III/IV but that's totally arbitrary. The chords should correspond well and
lyrics are my best attempt at deciphering them from the myspace ripped audio. Pretty
but not gospel. I didn't tab out the finger-picked intro or the second guitar lines.
Intro:
Fingerpicking on C that continues through out verse 1.
Bring out your dead, kids. Bring out your dead.
Your sons and daughters, they won't be spared
because this virus is just like us and its flames
are fanned by clapping hands
so board up your windows, protect your homes
take off your skins, kids, and rest your bones
there's no protection from infection so your
plans won't be too hard to break
because in this life, you'll never be free
(Distortion)
I:
I swear I'll never stray from God
no eclipse just harbored thoughts
of escape, lord, of escape
but it was a lie
the surgeon said before he cut
with delicate assassins touch
do you believe in men?
because science and a steady hand are what you need now
II:
i caved to his charm and he found a vein
now now this hole in my arm is big enough for all of us
it's not red or blue but it's filled with dust
I:
so set your sails and head due north
pall bearers wait on sandy shores
fare thee well, friend, fare well
you're gonna be fine
i rested on a bed of doubt
the pillow soft, yet still devout
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
when these thoughts race round my head involuntary
II:
the melody's sweet but it's so impure
now now they fall from these trees so i did my part
and i took a bite, oh maybe i was just an easy mark
III:
oh, it's true
it's how i fell in love
with things i couldn't see
and germs i couldn't treat
i fell hard for disease
because it made me feel alive
it made me more alive
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
Ba ba ba
Instrumental/Ba's:
IV:
it's strange
so strange
how they'll pick-pocket your grave
it's ok
it's ok
it's alright
i know that they won't get their hands wrapped round my soul
its a paltry sum oh the combination's lost and it's all i have
III:
it's true
how i fell in love
with things i couldn't see
and germs i couldn't treat
i fell hard for disease
because it made me feel alive
it made me more alive
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
ba ba ba
It may not be perfect, but if you notice problems, post them please. If you don't, then
good enough. Now, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ALBUM, MILES?!