“Here’s to tonic, here’s to gin, here’s to sparks and here’s to gasoline…” You’re The Radio
We are lucky to have musicians like Thea Gilmore, musicians that want more from themselves and more from music than some pre-formed, whistle-friendly cud, something to chew on but never fully digest. In an age where artists – male and female – tend to be either hyper-sexualised or completely neutered, Gilmore is that rare creature, an actual adult with a heart and a soul, a grown up with an opinion.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Notes: Words in brackets are what I hear her actually singing as opposed to how she's presented the written lyrics.
Here are the box annoted chords in the first position.
F (barred) Am I CG E O---+---+---+ +-X-+---+---+ O---+---+---+ +---+---+-X-+ B +-X-+---+---+ +-X-+---+---+ +-X-+---+---+ O---+---+---+ G +---+-X-+---+ +-X-+-X-+---+ O---+---+---+ O---+---+---+ D +---+-X-+---+ +-X-+---+-X-+ +---+-X-+---+ O---+---+---+ A O---+---+---+ +-X-+---+-X-+ +---+---+-X-+ +---+-X-+---+ E O---+---+---+ +-X-+---+---+ O---+---+---+ +---+---+-X-+
Here are the exact same chords but played closer to how I think Thea's playing them, barred at the I'st, III'rd, and V'th positions.
AmFCG V I III III E +-X-+---+---+ +-X-+---+---+ X---+---+---+ X---+---+---+ B +-X-+---+---+ +-X-+---+---+ X---+---+-X-+ X---+---+---+ G +-X-+---+---+ +-X-+-X-+---+ X---+---+-X-+ X---+-X-+---+ D +-X-+---+-X-+ +-X-+---+-X-+ X---+---+-X-+ X---+---+-X-+ A +-X-+---+-X-+ +-X-+---+-X-+ X---+---+---+ X---+---+-X-+ E +-X-+---+---+ +-X-+---+---+ X---+---+---+ X---+---+---+
AmFCG (2 times)
Am Three PM F Blue as a roadsign C With a bag and some cheap wine G The suns in my eyes Am Between F The smoke trails of aircraft C The kite tails and light shafts G There's a language in the sky Am There are bones F Living [Hiding] under the viaduct C Sleeping [Sweeping] down by the railway line G Making wagers with the day Am There's a rumour F Dirty as a chimney stack C Quiet as roadkill G On the northbound carriageway F And who's gonna raise a hand G When all we were taught to do was dance F Who'll be able to stand after this avalanche
AmFCG (2 times)
Am Well they sold you F Back your outrage C In a neat little shrink-wrap G And a beautiful face Am And you think F That you've found your purpose C While they've been trailing the breadcrumbs G Of a watertight case Am So you're shouting F But you're shouting softly C So no-one can hear you G And get the wrong idea Am But behind F The closing eye of the tabloids C We will be waiting G And we'll say it clear F Cos who's gonna raise a hand G When all we were taught to do was dance F Who'll be able to stand after this avalanche
AmFCG (2 times)
Am Three PM F Blue as a roadsign C With a bag and some cheap wine G The suns in my eyes Am Between F The smoke trails of aircraft C The kite tails and light shafts G There's a language in the sky
AmFC G There's a language in the sky AmFC G There's a language in the sky