Biography:
The Districts are a four-piece indie rock band from the small town of Lititz, Pennsylvania. The group formed in 2009 while members Rob Grote, Mark Larson, Connor Jacobus, and Braden Lawrence were all still in high school. The prolific young band released its first EP, Kitchen Songs, in 2011 followed by Telephone, its debut full-length, the following year. The Districts' second EP, the more acoustic-leaning While You Were in Honesdale, was released in late 2012 and the band continued to perform regionally.
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Intro
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Gmaj7 as played in song
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Bm A Gmaj7
I don't want to sing about the peaches in the Vatican
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And I don't want to hear about the bird on the hill
Gmaj7
And why you want to fight when you know that I'll be gone again?
D A
I don't want to write God's name into my will
Gmaj7
Aren't you scared of making what'll become empty promises
Bm A Gmaj7
And aren't you busy worrying that the rainbows might depart?
Bm A Gmaj7
And are you still now wishing that your eyes could see all rose again?
D A
Well I won't be throwing out all these memories and thoughts
(A) Amaj7 Bm
Winter dreams and roses
A Amaj7 Bm
Peeling tangerines
A Amaj7 Bm
Live so long it's like nothing's blooming; it's all grey
A Amaj7 Bm
Throw the trash away
Bm A Gmaj7
I remember evenings when the days were busy spinning 'round
D
When we'd crack mothers backs just by walking the street
Gmaj7
Now I'm sore and aching for the clock to fall past twelve again
D A
In sleep I'm free from seeing who I've turned out to be
Gmaj7
I'm young but I can't shake this feeling all my days are dwindling
Bm A Gmaj7
That deep beneath facades and smiles is nothing much to hold
Bm A Gmaj7
And when we used to run my eyes would fill with all that's glittering
D A
But deep beneath this shimmer I feel nothing may be gold
(A) Amaj7 Bm
Winter dreams and roses
A Amaj7 Bm
Peeling tangerines
A Amaj7 Bm
Live so long it's like nothing's blooming; it's estranged
A Amaj7 Bm
Throw the trash away
(Repeat Intro Riff)
Solo
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Bm A Gmaj7
I don't want to sing about the peaches in the Vatican
D
And I don't want to hear about the bird on the hill
Gmaj7
And why you want to fight when you know that I'll be gone again?
D A
I don't want to write God's name into my will
Gmaj7
Aren't you scared of making what'll become empty promises
Bm A Gmaj7
And aren't you busy worrying that the rainbows might depart?
Bm A Gmaj7
And are you still now wishing that your eyes could see all rose again?
D A
Well I won't be throwing out all these memories and thoughts
(A) Amaj7 Bm
Winter dreams and roses
A Amaj7 Bm
Peeling tangerines
A Amaj7 Bm
Live so long it's like nothing's blooming; it's all grey
A Amaj7 Bm
Throw the trash away
Bm A Gmaj7
I remember evenings when the days were busy spinning 'round
D
When we'd crack mothers backs just by walking the street
Gmaj7
Now I'm sore and aching for the clock to fall past twelve again
D A
In sleep I'm free from seeing who I've turned out to be
Gmaj7
I'm young but I can't shake this feeling all my days are dwindling
Bm A Gmaj7
That deep beneath facades and smiles is nothing much to hold
Bm A Gmaj7
And when we used to run my eyes would fill with all that's glittering
D A
But deep beneath this shimmer I feel nothing may be gold
(A) Amaj7 Bm
Winter dreams and roses
A Amaj7 Bm
Peeling tangerines
A Amaj7 Bm
Live so long it's like nothing's blooming; it's estranged
A Amaj7 Bm
Throw the trash away
(Repeat Intro Riff)
Solo
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