#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Thu, 18 Dec 1997 03:40:26 -0600 From: Tower Kountze Subject: CRD: D/gray_david/birds_without_wings.crd Birds Without Wings - by David Gray ----------------------------------- from the album A Century Ends (Caroline Records, 1993) Transcribed by Tower Kountze David Gray is an incredible songwriter with a great voice. He has three CDs out, but for some reason no one knows him. I would love to see more of his work transcribed here, especially his more difficult stuff. It's basically C and G with a slight variation on G (G*), and an A thrown in toward the end. (note: G* is just G played with your finger taken off the A string) The Cords are C, G, G*, except for one part shown below, where an A is thrown in when "birds without wings" is repeated Wishing that something would happen a change in this place 'cause I'm tearing off the fancy wrapping find an empty package Take for a while your trumpet from your lip loosen your hold, loosen your grip on your old ways that have fallen out of step in a changing time hoist a new flag hoist a new flag Angry sun burn down judging us all guilty of neglect and disrespect and thinking small And death by boredom and death by greed if we can't stop taking more than we need Across the fractured the landscape I see the same things tired ideas birds without wings [Change in chords: A, C, G] Birds without wings birds without wings But these are just thoughts on lackluster times and I've no interest in excuses you can find Like you've had a hard day now you're too tired to care now you're too tired to care you've had a hard day Well across the fractured landscape I see the same things tired ideas, broken values many with the notion that to share is to lose a hollow people bound by a lack of imagination and too much looking back without the courage to give a new thing a chance grounded by this ignorance [Change in chords: D, Am] When the cat comes we're just [A, C, G] birds without wings Birds without wings birds without wings
