Biography:
Frontier Ruckus is an American folk-rock band from Michigan. The project is centered on the lyrically intensive songs of Matthew Milia, and was formed by Milia and banjo player David Winston Jones while living in Metro Detroit. The band released its debut full-length record, The Orion Songbook, through Quite Scientific Records in November, 2008. In February, 2009, it was announced that Frontier Ruckus had joined North Carolina-based label Ramseur Records.
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Frontier Ruckus: Springterror; Deadmalls and Nightfalls
Capo 2/Key of G without capo/Key of A with capo
*Listen to the song to follow where the hammer ons and little walk downs are used.
*Matthew sometimes plays the D chord with the root on the 5th fret A string in a C shape.
Intro: Strum the G chord hammer on the G note a few times.
G
Look at all the steam off the snow
Em C Am
We listen to the Top 40 country radio blow
G
Listen to the singer
Em C
Trying to put my finger on who killed who
G
When it does linger
Em C
The sweet nostril-stinger of the springs mildew
G Em
Was it your will to take his pill orally?
C Am
Or did you act perfunctorily?
G
The lamp-shadow dampness
The safe world of campus
Em
The water of your high school eyes
C
Some stadium
Am
Some old college tries
G
There in my stomach the liquor heated
With every place I ever trick-or-treated and
Em
We used to message through the ink of night
C Am
With skin still young and pink and tight
D Em
Back when the tongue thrust with all of our young lust
Am Bm C Am
The dimple-chin brunettes who make simpleton pets of me
G
And yes, Im a heel
G7
But with Peters keel
Em C
I will cut through the lily-pads
Am D
The moping mothers and hillbilly dads
Em G
And the billboard dentist from White Lake to East Lansing
Am D
With his day-glo halo sentence entrancing
G Em
The moon makes lake-water out to be a filmy skin
C Am Em C
But who can begin to tell what skin holds far within
G
Oh, the bathers
G7
Oh, the toweling
Em C
Your cells are saviors that ring wet bells growling and
G
You have the black eyes
G7
Just holes filled with night skies
Em C
A saddening sweetness through your kid-sister sighs
G Em
Where the Sylvan Lake corner is flickering with childhood
C Am
And the mourner within me feels older than wildwood
G Em
And if I knew what part of me was wax
C Am G
Id try to truncate it with a black sopping night axe
Tabbed by: kylevndr
Capo 2/Key of G without capo/Key of A with capo
*Listen to the song to follow where the hammer ons and little walk downs are used.
*Matthew sometimes plays the D chord with the root on the 5th fret A string in a C shape.
Intro: Strum the G chord hammer on the G note a few times.
G
Look at all the steam off the snow
Em C Am
We listen to the Top 40 country radio blow
G
Listen to the singer
Em C
Trying to put my finger on who killed who
G
When it does linger
Em C
The sweet nostril-stinger of the springs mildew
G Em
Was it your will to take his pill orally?
C Am
Or did you act perfunctorily?
G
The lamp-shadow dampness
The safe world of campus
Em
The water of your high school eyes
C
Some stadium
Am
Some old college tries
G
There in my stomach the liquor heated
With every place I ever trick-or-treated and
Em
We used to message through the ink of night
C Am
With skin still young and pink and tight
D Em
Back when the tongue thrust with all of our young lust
Am Bm C Am
The dimple-chin brunettes who make simpleton pets of me
G
And yes, Im a heel
G7
But with Peters keel
Em C
I will cut through the lily-pads
Am D
The moping mothers and hillbilly dads
Em G
And the billboard dentist from White Lake to East Lansing
Am D
With his day-glo halo sentence entrancing
G Em
The moon makes lake-water out to be a filmy skin
C Am Em C
But who can begin to tell what skin holds far within
G
Oh, the bathers
G7
Oh, the toweling
Em C
Your cells are saviors that ring wet bells growling and
G
You have the black eyes
G7
Just holes filled with night skies
Em C
A saddening sweetness through your kid-sister sighs
G Em
Where the Sylvan Lake corner is flickering with childhood
C Am
And the mourner within me feels older than wildwood
G Em
And if I knew what part of me was wax
C Am G
Id try to truncate it with a black sopping night axe
Tabbed by: kylevndr
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