Biography:
Ritt Momney is the solo project of 20-year-old Salt Lake City native Jack Rutter.
Beginning as an indie rock band comprised of high school friends, the project became a personal outlet for Rutter after his bandmates left on Mormon missions and his girlfriend left for college. In his bedroom, he began writing, recording, and producing his upcoming debut LP, entitled “Her and All of My Friends,” in which Rutter grapples with loss, loneliness, and a drift away from Mormon culture.
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Other songs:
[Intro]
Amaj7 Emaj7
[Verse 1]
Amaj7
Jumped down the well
Emaj7
Found just your shell
Amaj7
You’ll find yourself
Emaj7
I’ll fix myself
Amaj7
But if your sentences are short
Oh, you’ll have to clear your throat
Emaj7
Let the devil through the door
Call yourself a young adult
Amaj7
Seems like all the ones you lost
Were the ones you asked to stay
Emaj7
Best to pick apart your thoughts
Before they do to you the same
[Instrumental]
Amaj7 Emaj7
[Verse 2]
A Amaj7 A
Walk past the truth
Amaj7 E Emaj7 E Emaj7
Don’t look for clues
A Amaj7 A
Trust only blue
Amaj7 E Emaj7 E Emaj7
Trust only blue
A Amaj7
Though it’s not pleasant to feel
A Amaj7
It’s the only thing that’s real
E Emaj7
Any comfort you can get
E Emaj7
Is one that you won’t regret
A Amaj7
As the sunlight turns to dust
A Amaj7
I’ll try to resist the rust
E Emaj7
The only knife that doesn’t hurt
E Emaj7
Is the knife that you don’t touch
[Interlude]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7 (x2)
[Chorus 1]
C#m G#/D# C#m/E E/B
You will never have to be true ‘till the roses rot
C#m G#/D# C#m/E E/B
And if you’re tripping up you’ll see soon the ground’s kind of soft
C#m G#/D# C#m/E E/B
And there is always something to do ‘till you blow it off
C#m G#/D# C#m/E E/B
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m G# A E
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m G# A E
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
[Chorus 2]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
You will never have to be true ‘till the roses rot
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
And if you’re tripping up you’ll see soon the ground’s kind of soft
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
And there is always something to do ‘till you blow it off
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
[Solo]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7 (x4)
[Chorus 3]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
You will never have to be true ‘till the roses rot
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
And if you’re tripping up you’ll see soon the ground’s kind of soft
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
And there is always something to do ‘till you blow it off
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
[Outro]
Amaj7 E
Amaj7 Emaj7
[Verse 1]
Amaj7
Jumped down the well
Emaj7
Found just your shell
Amaj7
You’ll find yourself
Emaj7
I’ll fix myself
Amaj7
But if your sentences are short
Oh, you’ll have to clear your throat
Emaj7
Let the devil through the door
Call yourself a young adult
Amaj7
Seems like all the ones you lost
Were the ones you asked to stay
Emaj7
Best to pick apart your thoughts
Before they do to you the same
[Instrumental]
Amaj7 Emaj7
[Verse 2]
A Amaj7 A
Walk past the truth
Amaj7 E Emaj7 E Emaj7
Don’t look for clues
A Amaj7 A
Trust only blue
Amaj7 E Emaj7 E Emaj7
Trust only blue
A Amaj7
Though it’s not pleasant to feel
A Amaj7
It’s the only thing that’s real
E Emaj7
Any comfort you can get
E Emaj7
Is one that you won’t regret
A Amaj7
As the sunlight turns to dust
A Amaj7
I’ll try to resist the rust
E Emaj7
The only knife that doesn’t hurt
E Emaj7
Is the knife that you don’t touch
[Interlude]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7 (x2)
[Chorus 1]
C#m G#/D# C#m/E E/B
You will never have to be true ‘till the roses rot
C#m G#/D# C#m/E E/B
And if you’re tripping up you’ll see soon the ground’s kind of soft
C#m G#/D# C#m/E E/B
And there is always something to do ‘till you blow it off
C#m G#/D# C#m/E E/B
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m G# A E
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m G# A E
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
[Chorus 2]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
You will never have to be true ‘till the roses rot
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
And if you’re tripping up you’ll see soon the ground’s kind of soft
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
And there is always something to do ‘till you blow it off
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
[Solo]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7 (x4)
[Chorus 3]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
You will never have to be true ‘till the roses rot
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
And if you’re tripping up you’ll see soon the ground’s kind of soft
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
And there is always something to do ‘till you blow it off
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few
[Outro]
Amaj7 E
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