Cifra de The Metrologist - Liz Stringer
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Intro
Bm G E X3
G E
[Verso 1]
Bm F#m G
G F#m A E
This rain wont let up for an hour at least
G F#m A
to be
[Refrão]
D A E Bm
I wouldnt mind sitting down and
spending time with you
[Verso 2]
Bm
F#m
theyre the
same everywhere
G F#m
A E
what goes on out there
Bm F#m
Sound wavs measured in metres in metric, and imperial
G F#m
between our table and that bar stool
[Refrão]
D A E Bm
I've never met anyone who knows as much
as you
{Solo}
Bm F#m G F#m A E
Bm F#m G F#m A Bm
[Verso 3]
Bm F#m
eternally
A E
deeply appeals to me
Ill try to keep my questions linear,
try to articulate exactly what I mean
G F#m
looks like the rains gonna settle in
[Refrão]
D A
would you measure that in millilitres
D A
Id only count them if I was a defeatist
[Pós-Refrão]
D A
is that wine if dont finish my drink
[Pré-Refrão]
G F#m
A E
G Bm
Man Id love to be inside of your head
Cos mines getting harder to bare
Things are getting darker,
its feeling harder,
I cant remember
Where were we,
Im sorry
[Ponte]
Ive been trying to keep straight,
trying to keep it together
But these tiny little tremors getting heavier and heavier
The numbers confuse me,
I dont understand
and now I have this strange swelling in both of my hands
I got the wrong shoes on,
not prepared for the terrain
Its so pretty up here
but Im preoccupied with the pain
Can you tell me how long before I disappear
Whats the point look like at which I am no longer here
If my bodys too heavy and my lists too long
Have I failed as a woman cos my measurements are wrong
The goalposts keep shifting,
the ball slippery with rain
They want us to compete
but they wont put us in the game
Whats the unit for the negative shit in my head
that only drowns when I down a solid litre before bed
Is it something scientific,
is it brain chemistry,
or am I just a product of myself,
of panic and ennui
And how long is it before you forget who you are
While some talent spider tells you that youre too fat to be a star
Or a critic says your record sounds too
Bm
much like your boyfriend
Even though you wrote every fucking riff on the album
Youre too depressing, too obtuse,
too aggressive, too aloof
Too demanding, too uptight,
dont live up to any hype
Either too old to be relevant or too young to be resonant
Addictions picking off mates like theyre all social experiments
All the kicking, all the pricks,
all the leaches, snakes and ticks
All the hours on the road,
lonely brain bound to implode
Psyche shrieking out the back,
bills are waiting in a growing stack
Youre working like a dog but you got nothing to show for that
Outro
D A E
you do
Ive never known anyone who keeps
everything as straight as you
D A E
my fist
Now Im seriously considering becoming a metrologist