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http://chrisclavin.bandcamp.com/
Ghost Mice is a two-piece folk-punk band that hails from Bloomington, IN. Ghost Mice was created from the ashes of former pop-punk bands The Devil is Electric and Operation: Cliff Clavin. Chris Johnston (aka Chris Clavin) and Hannah who played guitar and bass respectively for OP:CC and TDIE, decided to make their act acoustic so they could tour more easily and play almost anywhere. In their own words: "We play 100% acoustic.
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Other songs:
- Boy Meets Girl
- Cancer Or Car Wreak
- 1000000 An Hour
- A Song For Tomorrow
- Alas Babylon
- Albany
- All Punks Got
- All We Got Is Each Other
- Apocalypse Now
- Belgium
- Celtic Sea
- Cementville
- Cemeteries
- Chipped Tooth
- Critical Hit
- Devil And My Family
- Disconnected
- Endure
- England
- English Channel
- Europe
- Figure 8
- Firefighter
- Fix It Up
- France
- Fuck Shit Up
- Germany
- Greyhound
- Hang On Kids
- Holland
- House Of Chaos 333 S Henderson
- House Of The God Of War
- House Of The Undying
- House On Fire
- House On Wheels
- How It Sounds
- I Dare You To Live Forever
- Ill Be Happy
- Ireland
- Italy
- John And Jodie
- Keep It At Bay
- Laziness Is Next To Evilness
- Letter Home
- Lightning Bolt
- Monsters Get Slain
- New Moon Rising
- Oh Me Oh Me
- Oh Sister
- Please Quit Smoking Mom
- Sing Out
- Songs By Chris Clavin
- Spain
- Switzerland
- The Alchemist
- The Good Life
- The Moon Will Rise
- The Path
- The Wrong Train
- There Is A Light
- Tick Tock
- Up The Punks
- When Dreams Come True
- Witches And Warlocks
- Wrong Train
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This song is on the new (2013) split with Ramshackle Glory
The whole thing uses barre chords, except the low E chord but that's the same structure
as a barre chord.
A G# C#m E
I hope my house burns down
A G# C#m E
I hope my cat gets out
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
The rest of my stuff it can all burn up and I'll never think about it again
A G# C#m E
I'll just go travelling
A G# C#m E
I'll stay with my friends
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
I'll sleep on their couch and I'll help out around their house
A E A E A E C#m A
I'm caged, I'm chained, we're all slaves to the things we own
C#m A C#m A B
A G# C#m E
I hope our gas runs out
A G# C#m E
I hope everything shuts down
A G# C#m E A G#
then I can hear the sounds that used to be around before we started making
C#m
this noise
A G# C#m E
I'd like to give something else a chance
A G# C#m E
to fill the world up with their trash
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
then we could relax, we could go back to the way we were before
A E A E A E C#m A
we lost our souls, we lost our home, we all know, something's wrong
C#m A C#m A B
C#m A E G#
We know we are owned by our own
C#m A E G#
liberties we know we are helplessly hungry with
C#m A E G#
greed we know it hasn't always been like this
C#m A C#m A C#m
and we know, we're a long way from home we can feel it in our bones that
A B A end on C#m
aching secret wish that this would end
The whole thing uses barre chords, except the low E chord but that's the same structure
as a barre chord.
A G# C#m E
I hope my house burns down
A G# C#m E
I hope my cat gets out
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
The rest of my stuff it can all burn up and I'll never think about it again
A G# C#m E
I'll just go travelling
A G# C#m E
I'll stay with my friends
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
I'll sleep on their couch and I'll help out around their house
A E A E A E C#m A
I'm caged, I'm chained, we're all slaves to the things we own
C#m A C#m A B
A G# C#m E
I hope our gas runs out
A G# C#m E
I hope everything shuts down
A G# C#m E A G#
then I can hear the sounds that used to be around before we started making
C#m
this noise
A G# C#m E
I'd like to give something else a chance
A G# C#m E
to fill the world up with their trash
A G# C#m E A G# C#m
then we could relax, we could go back to the way we were before
A E A E A E C#m A
we lost our souls, we lost our home, we all know, something's wrong
C#m A C#m A B
C#m A E G#
We know we are owned by our own
C#m A E G#
liberties we know we are helplessly hungry with
C#m A E G#
greed we know it hasn't always been like this
C#m A C#m A C#m
and we know, we're a long way from home we can feel it in our bones that
A B A end on C#m
aching secret wish that this would end
Giancane
Gianluca
Gianluca Bezzina
Gianluca Grignan (...)
Gianmarco