https://www.reanchord.comFamily Portrait
by Radical Face
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Intro (starting at:31 with the piano):
D A (2x)
DSo we start with my father as a boy barely spoke a word of englisAh fell in
love from a distance he watched her working from the back fenceD
He learned some words and some clever turns of phrase from his father's
book of poetsA, she wasn't taken in that instantE, but grew impressed with
his persistence.
DThey met each other out by moonlightE, made love in the nearby Awoods, then
her folks became suspicious C#mwhen her cycle broke and (?). They stDole
away without their goodbyesE, got married in a foreign Atown, made their way
C#m D
aEs best as they could. Found jobs and settled down. And then time moved on.
Interlude. D A (2x)
DI was born in a river of blood on sheets from the wedding dayA. The room was dark and the
stench was thick my father couldn't stand the smell of it.
DMama died in the night cause the nearest doctor couldn't stem the blood
loss. AFather cried out on the back porch. EMy sister held me at the
neighbor's house. DOh my there was a storm thenE, there was a flood of a
different Akind. Father's eyes were often vacant, C#mbut his hands were rarely
Dquiet. Sister learned to take her hits wellE, both from life and the
physical Akind, but I was never one to lie downC#m, despite who picked the
Dfight. So we designed our Ehells.
Interlude. A D E (2x)
DFather turned into a drinker, Ea dark bastard with a wooden Aheart. Sister
learned to be a motherC#m, before she ever played another part. DAnd I became a
little terror, EI lashed out at whatever's Aaround. Took some time before I
C#msettled, to find a mind that was somewhat Dsound. And like it always Edoes,
time rushed Aon. D E
ASix years later father died in the very same bedroom. DMany said it was the
grief that did it, EI have to say it's cause he hung himself. ATo be honest
neither sister nor myself ever much regret his passing. DBut I admit it was
a nice thing, Eto always know that we could feed ourselves. A
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