Biography:
Horse Feathers is an American indie folk band from Portland, Oregon.
After fronting several rock bands in his native Idaho, singer/songwriter Justin Ringle moved to Portland, OR in 2004 and began focusing on acoustic music, playing open mics regularly under the moniker Horse Feathers. In 2005, multi-instrumentalist Peter Broderick heard a couple of Justin's demos and offered to help flesh them out. In February 2006 the duo went into Skyler Norwood's Miracle Lake studios and recorded their debut album
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This Bed is a simple, beautiful song by Horse Feathers. To figure out the number or
and instrumental sections, just listen to the song, and you should be able to figure it out.
given you enough to go on.
Verse Progression:
D F#m E A
Chorus/End Progression:
A E D A
-Verse 1-
Bit by bit, and piece by piece
it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least.
A growing need for apologies,
but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees.
-Chorus-
It's better now. Don't come back to me.
Let it be known I'm a liar and a thief.
What I stole is what I've said.
It's a shame our books been closed
because it's words have been bled.
-Verse 2-
Inch by inch, a foot to feet,
a growing gap, and the miles between.
A single lie becomes a beast.
It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least.
-End-
Breathing deep,
lying awake too alone to sleep.
It's in my mind and in my head.
There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.
and instrumental sections, just listen to the song, and you should be able to figure it out.
given you enough to go on.
Verse Progression:
D F#m E A
Chorus/End Progression:
A E D A
-Verse 1-
Bit by bit, and piece by piece
it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least.
A growing need for apologies,
but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees.
-Chorus-
It's better now. Don't come back to me.
Let it be known I'm a liar and a thief.
What I stole is what I've said.
It's a shame our books been closed
because it's words have been bled.
-Verse 2-
Inch by inch, a foot to feet,
a growing gap, and the miles between.
A single lie becomes a beast.
It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least.
-End-
Breathing deep,
lying awake too alone to sleep.
It's in my mind and in my head.
There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.
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