The Ford Theatre Reunion — Crooks And Cracks

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Intro
F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C

Verse 1

F#m                    G                          C#   Bm                 F#m
   It may be made of dust, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of ember
                    F#m                                  G
It may be made of smoke, what does it see through the cracks?
                              C#       Bm                       F#m
What does it spy through the window? What does it hide in its walls?
D              E        D                E      E
  It could be any house, as long as the door is open...

Chorus
F#m     D       A               E            A       C#
  So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m  D       A            E       A     C#
  A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m   D      A          E     A        C#
  So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m   D         A              E       A       C#                    D        E
  A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down

F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C C C

Verse 2
F#m                    G          
   It may be made of smoke, the house where dead men dwell,
C#                Bm                 F#m
   what does it fear, what has it found?
                      F#m                               G
It may be made of desire, it  isn't sleep when you're tired
                C#                 Bm                  F#m
What does it dream? What does it seek? What does it eye?
D             E         D                 E     E    D            E
  It could be any house, as long as the door is open, it could be anyone

Chorus
F#m     D       A               E            A       C#
  So charge a cannon for the dream not dreamt, the baron calls (idk lyrics there)
F#m  D       A            E       A     C#
  A cut now nestled in a neckline, the crook of an arm
F#m   D      A          E     A        C#
  So sing a song of unchosen sons, a hymn for the homeless
F#m   D         A              E       A       C#                    D        E
  A crack now crawling up the hollow walls, a fool's foundation, we all fall down

F#m C# F#m C# F#m F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C# F#m C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 C5 B5 B5 B5 Bb5 Bb5 Bb5

bridge
A5                Bb5    A5                 Bb5      G#5                     A5     G#5
Come along, come along, nobody is stopping you, the path is always there, a little company is nice
A5                  Bb5     A5                              Bb5
   You can make it yours, scratch the windows, scratch the doors, you
G#5                     A5      G#5
got a name to name it, you can name it what you like
A5             Bb5   A5             Bb5        G#5                   A5   G#5
To walk, four legs, everyone is welcome, the house keeps getting bigger, hollow as your red
A5               Bb5  A5             Bb5       G#5              A5   G#5
hearts and hands and everyone is welcome, the path goes on forever, hollow as your red
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 G#5
eyes!
A5 Bb5 A5 Bb5 G#5 A5 F#5 G5 G#5
eyes!

Riff
e|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
b|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|------------------|
G|7------------2---------|7------------2---------|-----------------------|------------------|
D|7--------2-3---3-2-----|7--------2-3---3-2-----|6----------------------|4-----5-----6-----|
A|5------0-------------0-|5------0-------------0-|6------------6---------|4-----5-----6-----|
E|-----------------------|-----------------------|4------4-6-7---7-6---4-|2-----3-----4-----|  x4


Verse 3
D             E         D                E      E
  It could be any house, as long as the door is open,
D             E      D                  E     E
  It could be anyone, if you'll come inside...

F#m                    G                         C#   Bm                    F#m
    It may be made of mud, it may be made of cinder, it may be made of smoke
                     F#m                     G             D  Bm          C#m
It may be made of fire, and when you are tired, it isn't sleep, it is desire		
    

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