How to Explain? The Cat Empire
How To Explain
Cat Empire
I'm pretty sure a lot of this is right.
I'm least certain about the end of the chorus
"music is the language of us all" bit, so if
(I don't consider to be a jazzman of any sort,
I made that address when I was 12)
Chords:
C: 8 10 10 9 8 8
Bb: 6 8 8 7 6 6
A7: 5 7 5 6 5 5
Gm: 3 5 5 3 3 3
F: 1 3 3 2 1 1
Dm: x 5 7 7 6 5
F7: 1 3 1 2 1 1
Dm*: x x 0 2 3 1
C*: x 3 2 0 1 0
(Trumpet Intro)
[C] [Bb] [A7]
[A7]When a room becomes an altar
And what beast that must exist
It flies with [Bb]music from our lips
And steals a [Gm]kiss and blows it
[Bb]Out into the [A7]mist
[(A7)]Where castles stand on cliffs
And cobbled streets they wind and drift
And moods are [Bb]made and set but shift
This place where [Gm]skies are low
[Bb]And birds are [A7]big
[(A7)]We went to sleep in day
And woke again the same day
We have [Bb]learned to cheat the time
And find the [Gm]hours
That the [Bb]clocks cannot [A7]define
[(A7)]As I looked up from that stage
I felt the thing that had been [Bb]made
And how it raged
And how it [Gm]raged
Chorus
How to ex[Bb]plain?
Something makes me howl
And [C]shiver to the core
Ah out[F]side if it was raining
Then in[Bb]side there'd be a [C]storm
We've got a [Dm]pair of hands for climbing
And a [Bb]pair of knees to [C]spring
And a [F]pair of balls for strength
And a [Bb]pair of lungs to [C]sing
And these [F7]simple chords
That say: [Bb]music is the [Dm]language of us [C]all
Trumpet Break
Dm* C* Gm x3
[Dm] [C]
[C] [Bb] [A7]
[(A7)]To write these songs is to be written
Ah the chorus always knows
What is in [Bb]store
And what is more the thing that [Gm]sings us
Is the [Bb]thing that makes us [A7]roar
[(A7)]I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
We clapped our hands
And heard them [Bb]spread
There was a trumpet and a [Gm]call
A pack of [Bb]Spaniards screamed for [A7]more
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us [A7]all
Music is the language of us all
Trumpet Break II
Dm* C* Gm x(many)
Dm* C*
Chorus
[(C)]I find it [Bb]hard to speak emotional
Cos [C]these things are the things that
Can't be said [F]
And when it's struck it strikes
The [Bb]memory from our [C]heads
[Dm]Once I wrote to play's
To be [Bb]immortal for a [C]night
And des[F]pite the unknown hours
Something [Bb]happens
When the [C]light turns out the [F7]lights
Then we fade and yawn
To [Bb]music that's the [Dm]language of us [C]all
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