¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Intro
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C
Verse 1
F#m G C# Bm F#m
It may be made of dust, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of ember
F#m G
It may be made of smoke, what does it see through the cracks?
C# Bm F#m
What does it spy through the window? What does it hide in its walls?
D E D E E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open...
Chorus
F#m D A E A C#
So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m D A E A C#
A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m D A E A C#
So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m D A E A C# D E
A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C
Verse 2
F#m G
It may be made of smoke, the house where dead men dwell,
C# Bm F#m
what does it fear, what has it found?
F#m G
It may be made of desire, it isn't sleep when you're tired
C# Bm F#m
What does it dream? What does it seek? What does it eye?
D E D E E D E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open, it could be anyone
Chorus
F#m D A E A C#
So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m D A E A C#
A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m D A E A C#
So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m D A E A C# D E
A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 B5 B5 B5 Bb5 Bb5 Bb5
bridge
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
Come along, come along, nobody is stopping you, the path is always there, a little company is nice
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5
You can make it yours, scratch the windows, scratch the doors, you
G#5 A5 G#5
got a name to name it, you can name it what you like
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
To walk, four legs, everyone is welcome, the house keeps getting bigger, hollow as your red
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
hearts and hands and everyone is welcome, the path goes on forever, hollow as your red
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
eyes!
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 F#5 G5 G#5
eyes!
Riff
e|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
b|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
G|7------------2---------|7------------2---------|-----------------------|------------------|
D|7--------2-3---3-2-----|7--------2-3---3-2-----|6----------------------|4-----5-----6-----|
A|5------0-------------0-|5------0-------------0-|6------------6---------|4-----5-----6-----|
E|-----------------------|-----------------------|4------4-6-7---7-6---4-|2-----3-----4-----| x4
Verse 3
D E D E E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open,
D E D E E
It could be anyone, if you'll come inside...
F#m G C# Bm F#m
It may be made of mud, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of smoke
F#m G D Bm C#m
It may be made of fire, and when you are tired, it isn't sleep, it is desire
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C
Verse 1
F#m G C# Bm F#m
It may be made of dust, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of ember
F#m G
It may be made of smoke, what does it see through the cracks?
C# Bm F#m
What does it spy through the window? What does it hide in its walls?
D E D E E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open...
Chorus
F#m D A E A C#
So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m D A E A C#
A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m D A E A C#
So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m D A E A C# D E
A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C
Verse 2
F#m G
It may be made of smoke, the house where dead men dwell,
C# Bm F#m
what does it fear, what has it found?
F#m G
It may be made of desire, it isn't sleep when you're tired
C# Bm F#m
What does it dream? What does it seek? What does it eye?
D E D E E D E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open, it could be anyone
Chorus
F#m D A E A C#
So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m D A E A C#
A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m D A E A C#
So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m D A E A C# D E
A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 B5 B5 B5 Bb5 Bb5 Bb5
bridge
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
Come along, come along, nobody is stopping you, the path is always there, a little company is nice
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5
You can make it yours, scratch the windows, scratch the doors, you
G#5 A5 G#5
got a name to name it, you can name it what you like
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
To walk, four legs, everyone is welcome, the house keeps getting bigger, hollow as your red
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
hearts and hands and everyone is welcome, the path goes on forever, hollow as your red
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
eyes!
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 F#5 G5 G#5
eyes!
Riff
e|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
b|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
G|7------------2---------|7------------2---------|-----------------------|------------------|
D|7--------2-3---3-2-----|7--------2-3---3-2-----|6----------------------|4-----5-----6-----|
A|5------0-------------0-|5------0-------------0-|6------------6---------|4-----5-----6-----|
E|-----------------------|-----------------------|4------4-6-7---7-6---4-|2-----3-----4-----| x4
Verse 3
D E D E E
It could be any house, as long as the door is open,
D E D E E
It could be anyone, if you'll come inside...
F#m G C# Bm F#m
It may be made of mud, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of smoke
F#m G D Bm C#m
It may be made of fire, and when you are tired, it isn't sleep, it is desire
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