Biography:
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).
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Other songs:
- At Last
- Half Crazy
- Schizophrenia
- Somebody
- Adulthood
- Beady Eyes On The Horizon
- Dead
- Dont Let Me Fall Behind
- Everybody Knows
- Everybodys Lonely
- Fred Astaire
- Ghosts In Empty Houses
- Girl
- Good Day
- Hold It In
- Hollywood
- Jumpstarted
- Long Way Home
- Man In The Moon
- Oh Emily
- See You Soon
- Show Me Where It Hurts
- Simple As 1 2 3
- So Let Us Create
- Stay The Night
- The Great Unknown
- The Popular Thing
- The Spiritual
- This Year
- Undeniable You
- Under My Skin
- Victoria
- When The Nights Get Long
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!
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!
Hey guys! I saw the version already posted, and while it is close to correct, I made a few alterations just to
make it closer to the original. The G/F# is played 22xx33
C D Em
When you were locked up in your room alone
C D Em
Neglecting even to touch the phone
C D Em
Salty tears rolling down your cheeks
C G D
Like they had many times before
C D Em
Did you fear that every time you speak
C D Em
Would be the very final word that creeps
C D Em
Between your teeth and off your tongue
C G D D
Before you collapse of a broken heart
G Em
Well, I've gone half crazy
Bm D
Worried about you, about you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
G Em
Well, my left eye's gone hazy
Bm D
Worried about you, about you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
C - D Em
C - D Em
C - D Em
C G D
C D Em
Every morning were you petrified
C D Em
That nobody could ever pacify
C D Em
The sinking feeling that you had deep down
C G D
That kept your heart on hold
C D Em
My shoulder was an easy place to hide
C D Em
I didn't mind cause I could pass the time
C D Em
Counting the thousand little lies you kept
C G D D
Inside of your broken heart
G Em
Well, I've gone half crazy
Bm D
Worried about you, about you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
G Em
Well, my left eye's gone hazy
Bm D
Worried about you, about you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
G
Every word you say is self-directed
G/F# Em
And I think that that is tragic
D G
And every time you open up your mouth to speak
G/F# Em
It's self-referenced and that's tragic
Am Bm D
You don't have to see the world to know it's true
Am Bm D
You don't have to see the world to know that it keeps turning
Chorus
End on G
make it closer to the original. The G/F# is played 22xx33
C D Em
When you were locked up in your room alone
C D Em
Neglecting even to touch the phone
C D Em
Salty tears rolling down your cheeks
C G D
Like they had many times before
C D Em
Did you fear that every time you speak
C D Em
Would be the very final word that creeps
C D Em
Between your teeth and off your tongue
C G D D
Before you collapse of a broken heart
G Em
Well, I've gone half crazy
Bm D
Worried about you, about you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
G Em
Well, my left eye's gone hazy
Bm D
Worried about you, about you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
C - D Em
C - D Em
C - D Em
C G D
C D Em
Every morning were you petrified
C D Em
That nobody could ever pacify
C D Em
The sinking feeling that you had deep down
C G D
That kept your heart on hold
C D Em
My shoulder was an easy place to hide
C D Em
I didn't mind cause I could pass the time
C D Em
Counting the thousand little lies you kept
C G D D
Inside of your broken heart
G Em
Well, I've gone half crazy
Bm D
Worried about you, about you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
G Em
Well, my left eye's gone hazy
Bm D
Worried about you, about you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
G
Every word you say is self-directed
G/F# Em
And I think that that is tragic
D G
And every time you open up your mouth to speak
G/F# Em
It's self-referenced and that's tragic
Am Bm D
You don't have to see the world to know it's true
Am Bm D
You don't have to see the world to know that it keeps turning
Chorus
End on G
