Biography:
Having spent nearly two years on the road touring in support of 88 Keys and Counting,
The end of 2008 saw Grieves enlisting the help of friend and collaborator Budo to co-produce Together/Apart bringing his signature swiss-army knife, multi-instrumental backdrop to Grieves' hauntingly poignant narrative. The album began taking shape in New York as the two built off the success 88 Keys and Counting had generated and paired it with the intensity they developed from their live performances.
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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!
Intro : D A Bm G
Chorus :
D
How's it gonna go?
A
Tell me what your thinkin'
Bm
I can't get a read on you
G
Anymore.
D
I'm sick of waiting by the phone
A
Hoping it starts ringing.
Bm G
I played the fool like this before.
D
But no more
A
No more
Bm
No more
G
No more
Verse : (same chords as before)
I never thought that I'd be tangled in the ropes
Til the woman in my dreams took a shit inside my soul
Before that, I figured I could pay the toll
Til I understood how powerful love could be as a whole.
You ain't shit til the kiss goes sour
Leaving you singing Anthony Hamilton in shower.
Run around, play those games
If you think I'm gonna fall for them again you're crazy
And I ain't saying that I'm past it
I'm just saying you don't seem the type to even ask if
There's something we can do to be a better match
Or if we even share a common interest either one of us is passionate about.
This isn't love; this is two people fucking
Each other over, making nothing out of something
Baby, you cold frontin' if you think I'm gonna stay.
Cause you can't even look me in the face.
[Chorus]
Verse :
I think it's time we set it straight
It shouldn't be allowed to go another day.
You dodge calls like a bullet in the Matrix
And got me waiting round and running out of my patience
Say it! Let me know the problem,
If we can't work it out, what makes you think we can share an apartment?
That's right, I heard you talking
With your girlfriends getting drunk of vodka.
And I ain't saying that you're stupid
I'm just saying you and I ain't really been target practice for Cupid.
Baby you know it's true
Nothing else we can do
Cause I don't plan on continuing as your little fool.
This isn't love; this is daytime television.
A soap opera with a bunch of little skeletons
I've known better, I would recognize the taste
So I think it's time we went our separate ways.
[Chorus] x2
Chorus :
D
How's it gonna go?
A
Tell me what your thinkin'
Bm
I can't get a read on you
G
Anymore.
D
I'm sick of waiting by the phone
A
Hoping it starts ringing.
Bm G
I played the fool like this before.
D
But no more
A
No more
Bm
No more
G
No more
Verse : (same chords as before)
I never thought that I'd be tangled in the ropes
Til the woman in my dreams took a shit inside my soul
Before that, I figured I could pay the toll
Til I understood how powerful love could be as a whole.
You ain't shit til the kiss goes sour
Leaving you singing Anthony Hamilton in shower.
Run around, play those games
If you think I'm gonna fall for them again you're crazy
And I ain't saying that I'm past it
I'm just saying you don't seem the type to even ask if
There's something we can do to be a better match
Or if we even share a common interest either one of us is passionate about.
This isn't love; this is two people fucking
Each other over, making nothing out of something
Baby, you cold frontin' if you think I'm gonna stay.
Cause you can't even look me in the face.
[Chorus]
Verse :
I think it's time we set it straight
It shouldn't be allowed to go another day.
You dodge calls like a bullet in the Matrix
And got me waiting round and running out of my patience
Say it! Let me know the problem,
If we can't work it out, what makes you think we can share an apartment?
That's right, I heard you talking
With your girlfriends getting drunk of vodka.
And I ain't saying that you're stupid
I'm just saying you and I ain't really been target practice for Cupid.
Baby you know it's true
Nothing else we can do
Cause I don't plan on continuing as your little fool.
This isn't love; this is daytime television.
A soap opera with a bunch of little skeletons
I've known better, I would recognize the taste
So I think it's time we went our separate ways.
[Chorus] x2
