Biografia:
Toehider are a progressive rock act from Melbourne, Australia. After releasing a Queen-inspired self-titled EP in 2008, singer/songwriter Michael Mills bypassed the "difficult second album syndrome" by releasing 12 EPs in 12 months. Exploring a wide array of musical styles and working with Brisbane illustrator Andrew Saltmarsh, each album came out on the 12th of each month complete with artwork and a 2-page comic.
18 months after the 12in12 project was completed
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Song: Not Much of a Man
Artist: Toehider
Album: The First Six (Not Much of a Man EP)
Capo 4
Dsus2/F#
2 0 0 2 3 x
[Intro]
| Em | Em | Em | Em | x 2
Em
Taping up these holey boots, to keep from getting wet.
D
I wonder if these clouds present a promise or a threat.
Am
Wailing on a thing, and thinks that I haven't thought of yet.
C D Em
Waiting out for something more than that.
Em
Tongue tired, and over tied up, silencing these sounds
D
Hell-bent, obsessed with sounding clever and profound
Am
Realizing that the bottle's already halfway down.
C D Em Dsus2/F#
And when its down, I guess its down...
G D
Well, at least I've tricked the ceiling (and myself) into believing its the sky.
Am C Em Dsus2/F#
When the beach was my backyard, well then I'd laugh so goddamn hard until I cried.
G D
Staring out the window, feeling dead and watching wind blow up the sand.
Am C G Dsus2/F#
When my eyes catch my reflection, I realize I am not much of a man.
Em
Purging all the parts and pieces that ain't worth a shit
D
Burning over, trying to get the smallest slot to fit
Am
Something tells me that it's not the last I've heard of it
C D Em
Making room for something less than this.
Em
Sorting out the ones to burn and the ones I'd maybe fix
D
Thinking of the ones I lost, and add them to the list
Am
Trying not to think to hard of the ones I might've missed
C D Em Dsus2/F#
Cause when they're gone I guess they're gone.
G D
Turn me sour from sweetness, and I turn my strengths to weakness every night.
Am Em Dsus2/F#
And it's easier to forgive and to forget than it is to face it and to fight.
G D
So I guess you best be leaving, and I'll just go along believing best I can.
Am C G
It's when I get to drinking that I realize I am not much of a man.
[Outro] x 3 (fade out on third time through)
| G | G | G | G Dsus2/F# |
| Em | Em | Em | Em |
| C | C | C | C |
| G | G | G | G |
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the#
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
#-----------------------------------------------------------------------------#
Song: Not Much of a Man
Artist: Toehider
Album: The First Six (Not Much of a Man EP)
Capo 4
Dsus2/F#
2 0 0 2 3 x
[Intro]
| Em | Em | Em | Em | x 2
Em
Taping up these holey boots, to keep from getting wet.
D
I wonder if these clouds present a promise or a threat.
Am
Wailing on a thing, and thinks that I haven't thought of yet.
C D Em
Waiting out for something more than that.
Em
Tongue tired, and over tied up, silencing these sounds
D
Hell-bent, obsessed with sounding clever and profound
Am
Realizing that the bottle's already halfway down.
C D Em Dsus2/F#
And when its down, I guess its down...
G D
Well, at least I've tricked the ceiling (and myself) into believing its the sky.
Am C Em Dsus2/F#
When the beach was my backyard, well then I'd laugh so goddamn hard until I cried.
G D
Staring out the window, feeling dead and watching wind blow up the sand.
Am C G Dsus2/F#
When my eyes catch my reflection, I realize I am not much of a man.
Em
Purging all the parts and pieces that ain't worth a shit
D
Burning over, trying to get the smallest slot to fit
Am
Something tells me that it's not the last I've heard of it
C D Em
Making room for something less than this.
Em
Sorting out the ones to burn and the ones I'd maybe fix
D
Thinking of the ones I lost, and add them to the list
Am
Trying not to think to hard of the ones I might've missed
C D Em Dsus2/F#
Cause when they're gone I guess they're gone.
G D
Turn me sour from sweetness, and I turn my strengths to weakness every night.
Am Em Dsus2/F#
And it's easier to forgive and to forget than it is to face it and to fight.
G D
So I guess you best be leaving, and I'll just go along believing best I can.
Am C G
It's when I get to drinking that I realize I am not much of a man.
[Outro] x 3 (fade out on third time through)
| G | G | G | G Dsus2/F# |
| Em | Em | Em | Em |
| C | C | C | C |
| G | G | G | G |
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