Biography:
Confident and unabashed in their grasp of late-60s Anglophilia a la the Pretty Things, and the brassy romp of early ‘70s AM rock. It’s a new sound for ROHS that, if anything, hearkens back to the rough, instantaneous pop appeal of their Peter Katis (Interpol, The National) produced 2005 debut album, Tree City. But much has changed for group the since they were traveling the country with the likes of Hot Hot Heat, Cake, and Brendan Benson in support of that album.
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Both lyrics and chords are my own interpretation, and probably aren't all correct.
Suggestions welcome!
Intro:
F
Eb Bb Db Ab B F#
F
F Eb
I am a bottle tossed into the bay
Bb F
And I hold a note that it's happy horses always
Eb
Written on the greasy receipt from a scampi
Bb F
Mm-mm, I float along in its toxic energy
Am Bb
It's all I can do
Ab F
All I can do
F Fm F Fm
F Eb
Now all of a sudden it's leaking, bottle talk to me
Bb F
Well it can't tell time, but oh how a bottle can dream
Am Bb C
It's all I can do
Eb Bb
I finger the coming days
F C
The devil is a salty sage
Eb Bb F
Black out the stars a new direction
Eb Bb
Tickets to where I am
F C
Maybe a river, or old Siam(?)
Eb Bb F
And then light the stars a new direction
F Cm
And maybe someone saves me,
Bb F
Fishes move from a reef for a rocky cove
F Cm
And maybe they'll listen to me
Bb F
Though I can't pretend that I'm one with him, I know
Am Bb C
After all it's put me through
Eb Bb
I finger the coming days
F C
The devil is a salty sage
Eb Bb F
Black out the stars a new direction
Eb Bb
Tickets to where I am
F C
Maybe a river, or old Siam(?)
Eb Bb F
And then light the stars a new direction
Eb Bb F C
Eb Bb F x2
F
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Fm
Ah-ah, ah-ah (till end)
Suggestions welcome!
Intro:
F
Eb Bb Db Ab B F#
F
F Eb
I am a bottle tossed into the bay
Bb F
And I hold a note that it's happy horses always
Eb
Written on the greasy receipt from a scampi
Bb F
Mm-mm, I float along in its toxic energy
Am Bb
It's all I can do
Ab F
All I can do
F Fm F Fm
F Eb
Now all of a sudden it's leaking, bottle talk to me
Bb F
Well it can't tell time, but oh how a bottle can dream
Am Bb C
It's all I can do
Eb Bb
I finger the coming days
F C
The devil is a salty sage
Eb Bb F
Black out the stars a new direction
Eb Bb
Tickets to where I am
F C
Maybe a river, or old Siam(?)
Eb Bb F
And then light the stars a new direction
F Cm
And maybe someone saves me,
Bb F
Fishes move from a reef for a rocky cove
F Cm
And maybe they'll listen to me
Bb F
Though I can't pretend that I'm one with him, I know
Am Bb C
After all it's put me through
Eb Bb
I finger the coming days
F C
The devil is a salty sage
Eb Bb F
Black out the stars a new direction
Eb Bb
Tickets to where I am
F C
Maybe a river, or old Siam(?)
Eb Bb F
And then light the stars a new direction
Eb Bb F C
Eb Bb F x2
F
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Fm
Ah-ah, ah-ah (till end)
Robert Alexander (...)
Robert And Richa (...)
Robert B. Sherma (...)
Robert Burns
Robert Charleboi (...)