CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH
"Some Loud Thunder"

A (x02220@1)          F#m (244222@1)   All this talking
D (xx0232@1)                  E (022100@1)             Ayou'd (x02220@1)think I'd have something to say
             F#mbut (244222@1)I'm just talking
        D (xx0232@1)               E (022100@1)              Alike (x02220@1)a siren getting louder and farther away
F#m (244222@1)              D (xx0232@1)                   Efrom (022100@1)the energetic kids in the park yes that was me
A (x02220@1)                F#mbreaking (244222@1)glass and pretending to start
         Dsomething (xx0232@1)big
         Esome (022100@1)new taste

same chords for 2nd verse:

Did you wander
as my voice went from station to station to state?
Some loud thunder
sometimes there's no telling if we're ok
there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town
which are falling down for people
to stand in their place;
to try to make something great

stay on E chord and go thru the chorus:

                           F#m (244222@1)  D (xx0232@1) 
That's just a part of the story
                      E (022100@1)                     AAnd (x02220@1)it could be maybe something complete someday
                    F#mAt (244222@1)the end of the quarry
D (xx0232@1)                                     E (022100@1)           Ayes (x02220@1)that was me digging holes for all the world to see
             F#m (244222@1)                     Da (xx0232@1)cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
     E (022100@1)                Aand (x02220@1)slap us all on the teeth
                                  F#mBut (244222@1)there's always more unless I'm mistaken
         Dtell (xx0232@1)me when do mouths close
     E (022100@1)                       Aand (x02220@1)people gracefully retreat


3rd verse just like the other two: 

New York calling
at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth
but there's no telling
from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV
Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement
that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient
That's me
Am I late?

Final chorus with same advice as before:

That's the state of my story
and it may be one day something complete
At the end of the quarry
I have dug a hole for all the world to see
A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
and slap us all on the feet
but there's always mre unless I'm mistaken
Tell me when do mouths close
and people gracefully retreat?


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