How to Explain? The Cat Empire
Cat Empire
Tabbed by Damsk1849
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
anyone that knows better would like to email me
that'd be cool: jazzman_law@hotmail.com
(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 [F(7)]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 [F(7)]lights
Then we fade and yawn
To [Bb]music that's the [Dm]language of us [C]all
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