I Am Disappeared Frank Turner

I Am Disappeared

Frank Turner

0:00 4:39
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 4/4
Tonalité: C
Capo:
Sans capo
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Intro (Fade In)]
| C5 | - | - | - |
| -  |

[Intro]
Am7 Fsus2/C Gsus4 Am7
Fsus2/C
Gsus4                  Am7
     I keep having dreams 

[Verse 1]
    Fsus2/C      Gsus4               Am7
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
     Fsus2/C            Gsus4
Of people wrapped up tight   in the things that will
  Am7
kill them
      Fsus2/C               Gsus4
Of being     trapped in a lift   plunging straight to the
 Am7
bottom
    Fsus2/C        Gsus4                   Am7
Of open seas and ways   of life we've forgotten

[Interlude]
                 Gsus4
I keep having dreams  

[Verse 2]
Am7                        Fsus2/C
   Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
                   Gsus4                 Am7
I went back to her house and I slept beside her
                                           Fsus2/C
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
       Gsus4                Am7
Terrified   of her own insides 
                                    Fsus2/C
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst    
             Gsus4                 Am7
Breaking through  a life over-rehearsed
                               Fsus2/C
She can't remember which came first   
The house,
      Gsus4                  Am7
the home,  or the terrible thirst

[Interlude]
                    Gsus4 G
She keeps having dreams  

[Chorus]
F             Gsus4
 And on the worst  days
                     C/E                      F
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
                        Gsus4                      C/E
She's got her cowboy boots   and car keys on the bed  stand
                    F
So she can always run
She can get up, shower,
                              Am7
and in half an hour she'll be gone

[Verse 3]
                                          Fsus2/C
I keep having dreams of things I need to do
            Gsus4                      Am7
And waking up    and not following through
                                       Fsus2/C
But it feels like I haven't slept at all      
                 Gsus4                        Am7
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
                                Fsus2/C
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway      
               Gsus4                      Am7
And an antique compass for a sailor's escape
                                    Fsus2/C
She says you just can't live this way      
               Gsus4              Am7
And I close my eyes and I never say  

[Interlude]
                    Gsus4 G
I'm still having dreams  

[Chorus]
F             Gsus4
 And on the worst  days
                      C/E                      F
When it feels like life  weighs ten thousand tons
                   Gsus4
I sleep with my passport
                 C/E
One eye on the back door
                  F
So I can always run
I can get up, shower,
                            Dm/A
and in half an hour I'll be gone

[Outro 1]
And come morning
Am
  I am disappeared
C/G               G
   Just an imprint on the bedsheets
Dm/A                   Am
    I'm by the roadside  with my thumb out
C/G               G
   A car pulls up, and Bob's driving

[Outro 2]
Dm/A
    So I climb in
Am
  We don't say a word
C/G              G
   As we pull off into the sunrise
Dm/A                Am         C/G                 G
    And these rivers  of tarmac   are like arteries across
          Dm/A
the country

[Outro 3]
                Am        C/G             G
We are blood cells alive in  the bloodstream
The beating heart of the country
Dm/A             Am      C/G
    We are electric pulses  
             G
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country

[Outro 4]
Dm/A              Am  C/G
    We are electric pulses
              G
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
Dm/A              Am
    We are electric 
                             C/G G
The sleeping soul of the countr_y
The sleeping soul of the country

[Outro 5]
Dm/A Am
       The sleeping soul of the country
C/G G F

Mesures

[Intro (Fade In)]
| C5 | - | - | - |
| -  |

[Intro]
        | Am7 | - | Fsus2/C |
| Gsus4 | Am7 | - | Fsus2/C |
| Gsus4 | Am7 | - |

I keep having dreams

[Verse 1]
                  | Fsus2/C |
| Gsus4 | Am7 | - | Fsus2/C |
| Gsus4 | Am7 | - | Fsus2/C |
| Gsus4 | Am7 | - | Fsus2/C |
| Gsus4 | Am7 | - |

Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight   in the things that will
kill them
Of being     trapped in a lift   plunging straight to the
bottom
Of open seas and ways   of life we've forgotten

[Interlude]
            | Gsus4 |
| - | - | - |

I keep having dreams

[Verse 2]
                      | Am7 |
| - | Fsus2/C | Gsus4 | Am7 |
| - | Fsus2/C | Gsus4 | Am7 |
| - | Fsus2/C | Gsus4 | Am7 |
| - | Fsus2/C | Gsus4 | Am7 |
| - |

Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her house and I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
Terrified   of her own insides
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through  a life over-rehearsed
She can't remember which came first
The house,
the home,  or the terrible thirst

[Interlude]
    | Gsus4 | - | G |
| - |

She keeps having dreams

[Chorus]
    | F   | - | Gsus4 |
| - | C/E | - | F     |
| - | -   | - | Gsus4 |
| - | C/E | - | F     |
| - | -   | - | Am7   |
| - |

And on the worst  days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots   and car keys on the bed  stand
So she can always run
She can get up, shower,
and in half an hour she'll be gone

[Verse 3]
    | Fsus2/C | Gsus4 | Am7 |
| - | Fsus2/C | Gsus4 | Am7 |
| - | Fsus2/C | Gsus4 | Am7 |
| - | Fsus2/C | Gsus4 | Am7 |
| - |

I keep having dreams of things I need to do
And waking up    and not following through
But it feels like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
And an antique compass for a sailor's escape
She says you just can't live this way
And I close my eyes and I never say

[Interlude]
    | Gsus4 | G |

I'm still having dreams

[Chorus]
                | F   |
| - | Gsus4 | - | C/E |
| - | F     | - | -   |
| - | Gsus4 | - | C/E |
| - | F     | - | -   |
| - | Dm/A  | - |

And on the worst  days
When it feels like life  weighs ten thousand tons
I sleep with my passport
One eye on the back door
So I can always run
I can get up, shower,
and in half an hour I'll be gone

[Outro 1]
               | Am |
| - | C/G  | - | G  |
| - | Dm/A | - | Am |
| - | C/G  | - | G  |
| - |

And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside  with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving

[Outro 2]
    | Dm/A | - | Am |
| - | C/G  | - | G  |
| - | Dm/A | - | Am |
| - | C/G  | - | G  |
| - | Dm/A | - |

So I climb in
We don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise
And these rivers  of tarmac   are like arteries across
the country

[Outro 3]
               | Am |
| - | C/G  | - | G  |
| - | Dm/A | - | Am |
| - | C/G  | - | G  |
| - |

We are blood cells alive in  the bloodstream
The beating heart of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country

[Outro 4]
    | Dm/A | - | Am |
| - | C/G  | - | G  |
| - | Dm/A | - | Am |
| - | C/G  | - | G  |
| - |

We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric
The sleeping soul of the countr_y
The sleeping soul of the country

[Outro 5]
    | Dm/A | - | Am |
| - | C/G  | - | G  |
| - | F    |

The sleeping soul of the country

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