Emmy the Great is the stage name of London-based singer-songwriter Emma-Lee Moss (born in 1984 in Hong Kong). Her albums include First Love (2009), Virtue (2011) and Second Love (2016).
Moss was born in Hong Kong to an English father and a Chinese mother and was into music from a young age. She emigrated with her family to London at the age of 12.
Moss started performing in 2005 and her first release was the Secret Circus EP the following year.
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C Farewell to Ed Am For Ed is dead F The careless boy G Laid to rest C A velvet floor Am To place his head F An empty bag G A wooden chest
AmG Still beautiful in death FC The moisture fogs my breath AmG Two hundred lowered eyes FC A hundred mute goodbyes
AmCG I never thought your threats would come good AmCG You never did what you said you would
C Your mum and dad Am They look so old F All huddled up G In an inky cloak
C I’m not surprised Am This room is cold F It’s empty too G It’s stinks of floss
AmG I sat with dad and drank some beer FC We hadn’t spoken since last year AmG I took his hand, led him upstairs FC Silently drew his body near
AmG I couldn’t see, missed you so much FC Missed you so large I had to fuck AmG Between your sheets all charred with grief FC The pillows tainted with your dreams
AmCG I didn’t want to stop that fate AmCG I should’ve said a thousand things G Yeh, but hey
C Like we agreed Am I will be brave F I will pour whisky G On your grave
C Smoke cigarettes Am Amongst the stones F Sprinkle champagne G Upon your bones
AmG If burial restricts your view FC I’ll bring the city here to you AmG I’ll pack the river and the clock FC Wrap it into a picnic box
Am With golden bows G And crystal mugs F My dancing heels C Will feel the mud AmG We’ll disco boogie until the dawn FC I’ll teach the village how to mourn
C My living room Am In future times F You’re just a face G Above my fire
C I futile sound Am A distant chime F I’ll think of this G And I will cry
AmG Perhaps I’ll drop my toast FC The sound of shattered glass AmG Thought I forgot at last FC Some things just never pass Am Easy to say G Hard to believe F There’ll come a day C That I don’t grieve Am Until the time G My body leaves F I will regret C That you don’t breath