Hailing from Philadelphia, Jukebox the Ghost writes a fresh breed of melodic pop tunes driven by fiery rock momentum. With quirky lyrics and inventive songwriting, fans and critics have drawn parallels with the pop sensibility of Elvis Costello, the flamboyance of Queen, the wit of They Might Be Giants, and the creative rock of The Flaming Lips.
Jukebox the Ghost is a Washington, D.C.-born, Brooklyn-based three-piece rock band. The band consists of Ben Thornewill (vocals & piano), Tommy Siegel (vocals & guitar) and Jesse Kristin (drums).
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!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HALF CRAZY - Jukebox the Ghost ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: Titus N. Owl Email: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard
C - DEm C - DEm C - DEm CGD -
CDEm When you were locked up in your room alone CDEm Neglecting even just to touch the phone CDEm Salty tears rolling down your cheeks CGD Like they had done many times before CDEm Did you fear that every time you speak CDEm Would be the very final word that creeps CDEm Between your teeth and off your tongue before CGD You collapse of a broken heart
GEm I've gone half crazy Am Worried about you C About you GEm My left eye's gone lazy Am Worried about you C About you
C - DEm C - DEm C - DEm CGD -
CDEm Every morning you were petrified CDEm That nobody could ever pacify CDEm The sinking feeling that you hold deep down CGD That kept your heart on hold CDEm My shoulder was an easy place to hide CDEm But I didn't mind because I could pass the time CDEm Counting the thousand little lies you kept CGD Inside of your broken heart
GEm I've gone half crazy Am Worried about you C About you GEm My left eye's gone lazy Am Worried about you C About you
G Every word you say is self-directed Em And I think that that is tragic G And every time you open up your mouth to speak Em It's self-referenced and that's tragic CD You don't have to see the world to know it's true CD You don't have to see the world to know that it keeps turning