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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Silver Couplets - The Districts
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Tuning: Standard - EADGBe
Intro: C - Em (find yourself a nice picking pattern)
C
Silver couplets are underneath the branches
Em
Of a wilted maple, raking up the leaves
F
Trying find my head, must’ve been out here
Buried it with the memories of mom and dad
C
Slipped through one of my hands, never got too bad
Em
But this one’s worse
F
Still remember jumping in the leaves
We were merely children, not anything more
Just learned to drink away our pain
C
And it’s a shame, heard you rode in the back seat
Em
All the way to long beach
F
Remember the days you were driving
You and I were in a mess
I guess we all fall with our sins, we never wanted
C
Find some solace, at least a little piece of mind
Em
I know I’m wasting away this time
F
If you focus hard enough on the smoke, from my cigarette
I think that I see heaven
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
C
Silver couplets are underneath the branches ---> From here on out go for full chords rather than picking
Em
Of wilted maples, raking up the leaves
F
Trying to find my head, must’ve been here
Buried with the memories
C Em
Slipped through my hands, I know those wise words
Oh I know, I know
F
We all fall down, by tumbling down
Can’t seem to catch your fall
C
And it’s a shame
Heard you rode in the back seat
Em F
All the way, remember the days you were driving
But you and I were in a mess
I guess we all fall with our sins, we never wanted
C
Find some solace, at least a little piece of mind
Em
I know I’m wasting away this time
F
If you focus hard enough on the smoke from my cigarette
I think that I see heaven
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
--- Keep going with that last line until you're bored
End on G
Silver Couplets - The Districts
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Tuning: Standard - EADGBe
Intro: C - Em (find yourself a nice picking pattern)
C
Silver couplets are underneath the branches
Em
Of a wilted maple, raking up the leaves
F
Trying find my head, must’ve been out here
Buried it with the memories of mom and dad
C
Slipped through one of my hands, never got too bad
Em
But this one’s worse
F
Still remember jumping in the leaves
We were merely children, not anything more
Just learned to drink away our pain
C
And it’s a shame, heard you rode in the back seat
Em
All the way to long beach
F
Remember the days you were driving
You and I were in a mess
I guess we all fall with our sins, we never wanted
C
Find some solace, at least a little piece of mind
Em
I know I’m wasting away this time
F
If you focus hard enough on the smoke, from my cigarette
I think that I see heaven
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
C
Silver couplets are underneath the branches ---> From here on out go for full chords rather than picking
Em
Of wilted maples, raking up the leaves
F
Trying to find my head, must’ve been here
Buried with the memories
C Em
Slipped through my hands, I know those wise words
Oh I know, I know
F
We all fall down, by tumbling down
Can’t seem to catch your fall
C
And it’s a shame
Heard you rode in the back seat
Em F
All the way, remember the days you were driving
But you and I were in a mess
I guess we all fall with our sins, we never wanted
C
Find some solace, at least a little piece of mind
Em
I know I’m wasting away this time
F
If you focus hard enough on the smoke from my cigarette
I think that I see heaven
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
Em Am
I can’t blame you for the things that occurred
C
Cause they’re all in my head
G
I know that’s wrong, I know thats wrong now
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
F C
And I’m sorry, at least that’s what I think I say
G
Or I’d hoped you’d say
--- Keep going with that last line until you're bored
End on G
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