#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Joe AultmanThis is "Our Story" from the JudyBats album _Down_in_the_Shacks_Where_The_Satellite_Dishes_Grow_. Something my friend the music major helped me work out. Please forward any comments or corrections to aultman@cs.fsu.edu Play each chord for one measure (4 beats). A dash (-) indicates to keep playing the same chord. Build up with E for two measures, then. Intro Chords: E C#m E D (2x) Verse 1: E - This is our story. C#m Abm It's a short one, but it's a F#m - Hard harsh read. B Between the lines, a little aching need. E - We're a strange arrangement; C#m Abm No strings. F#m - But the music we make is B Serpentine and bittersweet. E - In my youth, you know, C#m Abm I loved you like gangbusters. F#m Now I watch you fall. B Twisting, turning, growing small. E - C#m You're a roomful of sorrow, Abm A spoonful of joy F#m Another infidelity B Another pain, another golden glitter boy. Chorus: A Abm IiiiiiiiiiiiiIiiiiiiiiii C#m - I want you. I know it's crazy, B But I really want to leave you, too. A Abm IiiiiiiiiiiiiIiiiiiiiiii C#m B I want you. Boy, oh boy, you bring me joy And then you make me blue. With intro chords: I love to love you; I'm a fool. You're callous and you're cold, And oh, so cruel. Verse 2: I'm starting to forget things. Faces, names. Games played, plans laid. Surely, there were promises made. Good love is easy to find, But it's hard to keep. And though I hate it when you wake, I still love to watch you sleep. Chorus. Repeat intro chords 4x during break. Using chorus chords 1x through: Oooooooh,Ooooooooooh,Oooooooooooooh Verse 3: Remember the early days When nickels were dimes, And a dollar took us everywhere. I don't think I ever combed my hair. Is this our story? Is this where the loving starts? In the stillness, the staring, The hardening of hearts? We're a strange arrangement; No strings. This is not my place, these are not my things. It's not my way, the pain love brings. Chorus. (repeat with vocal embellishments) End on E.