Young Modern

1. Young Modern Station

2. Straight Lines

3. If You Keep Losing Sleep

4. Reflections Of A Sound

5. Those Thieving Birds (Part 1) / Strange Behaviour / Those Thieving Birds (Part 2)

6. The Man That Knew Too Much

7. Waiting All Day

8. Mind Reader

9. Low

10. Insomnia

11. All Across The World

1. Young Modern Station (Standard Tuning EADGBE)

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Stalled at Young Modern Station, arthritic conversation, life has a deadline lately

Allergic and in the news

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The clocks are ticking timeless, dead dali days behind us, the band is back together

Allergic and in the news

Does it make you cry when I make you feel so far away, the interview's over

Stuck to the goal to rescue my skin

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I need a different liquor, so sick of getting sicker, well I'm moving back to the country

Allergic and in the news

Does it make you cry when I make you feel so far away, the interview's over

Stuck to the goal to rescue my skin, you're so far away, the interview's over

He dreams of tracks and choices, I think I'm hearing voices

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Does it make you cry when I make you feel so far away, the interview's over

Stuck to the goal to rescue my skin, you're so far away, the interview's over

Does it make you cry when I make you feel so far away, the interview's over

2. Straight Lines (Standard Tuning EADGBE)

Breathing from a hole in my lung I had no one

But faces in front of me racing through the void in my head

To find traces of a good luck academy

Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooooh, oo-oo-ooooh

Sparkes ignite and trade them for thought about no one

And nothing in particular washed the sickened socket and drove

Resent nothing, there's good will inside of me

Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooooh, oo-oo-ooooh

Wake me up lower the fever

Walking in a straight line

Set me on fire in the evening

Everything'll be fine

Waking up strong in the morning

Walking in a straight line

Lately I'm a desperate believer

But walking in a straight line

Something that I'll never forget, I felt desperate

And stuck to the marrow invisible to everyone else

I'm a sex change, and a damsel with no heroine

Oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooooh

Wake me up lower the fever

Walking in a straight line

Set me on fire in the evening

Everything'll be fine

Waking up strong in the morning

Walking in a straight line

Lately I'm a desperate believer

But walking in a straight line

I don't need no time to say

There's no changing yesterday

If we keep talking and I keep walking in straight lines

Wake me up lower the fever

Walking in a straight line

Set me on fire in the evening

Everything'll be fine

Waking up strong in the morning

Walking in a straight line

Lately I'm a desperate believer

But walking in a straight line

3. If You Keep Losing Sleep (Standard Tuning EADGBE)

Note: In the verses I wrote B and B minor, but he actually plays a 7x446x chord shape

of

them, since there isn't a term for that chord that's short enough to write over

lines

(and for the intro and outro he plays x234xx instead of B5).

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

If you keep losing sleep over other lovers, if you keep losing me

You're gonna be bored

If you're up chimney sweep under rubble covers, if you keep counting sheep

And being adored

You're a tombstone in the mud, playing twister in a bubble

Agaaaaaaain

I need a breath, a wind so pure

To dry up the mud over me

To be reborn, not born again

Erase my regret from the start

Palm mute:

Shot the model, flaking temporary skin

You're no burden, you're no burden

Such reduction, such seductive silent wine

Hopscotch trigger, trigger

(Orchestrals, drums)

If you keep losing sleep over other lovers, if you keep losing me, are you gonna be

If you're up chimney sweep under rubble covers, if you keep losing me

You're a tombstone in the mud, playing twister in a bubble

Agaaaaaaain

If you keep losing sleep over other lovers, if you keep losing me, you're gonna be

If you keep losing sleep over other lovers, if you keep losing me, ah, ah, ah

Woo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh, woo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, woo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh, woo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

Woo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh, woo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, woo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh, woo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

4. Reflections Of A Sound (Standard Tuning)

In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound

I know it's been far too long in stormy weather

My arrested hope won't choke forever

Like a memory needing never

We walk wrapped in thought

Some are vacant, some have grown too short

It's the only thing I've ever had that keeps me lonely

In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound

When nobody is around

In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound

When nobody is around

Come down from the waist of time

Feel so empty when I feel so fine

Starting over we could change this light shadow sober

I've been waiting for far too long

C Eø Eº

Let's stick together, 'cause you're keeping me warm

But it's a lonely setting sun

In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound

When nobody is around

In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound

When nobody is around

Eø Eº Cø Cº Bø Bº Am

I wait so long, now my head is full of pressure

Eø Eº Cø Cº Bø Bº Fma7 Em E7

I need time to cure my mind, it's like a loop that lasts forever

I've been waiting for far too long

C Eø Eº

Let's stick together, 'cause you're keeping me warm

But it's a lonely setting sun

In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound

When nobody is around

In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound

When nobody is around

In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound

For nobody

In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound

For nobody

Oo-ooh, ooh ooh ooh, oo-ooh ooh ooh, oo-ooh ooh ooh oooh

Oo-ooh oo-ooh, oo-ooh oo-ooh ooh, oo-ooh oo-ooh

5. Those Thieving Birds (Part 1) / Strange Behaviour / Those Thieving Birds (Part 2)

(Standard Tuning with Capo on fourth fret)

Those thieving birds

Hang strung from an empty nest

This swan-plagued pond

Forsaken and underwhelmed

Those leaving words

Hang strong from an emptiness

Hang strung from an empty nest

And those thieving birds

Hang strung from and empty nest

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Oooooo000oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Those thieving birds

These are the shapes for the chords used in Strange Behaviour... Capo on fourth fret.

"When I'm paranoid..." (This isn't the order of chords, it's just the chords used. The

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Also, when he plays the C#m in the verses, he plays it like this:

This is tearing me apart, if the sun won't shine, forever will never be fine

And underneath the hollow ground lies a night time sky for only a desperate eye

When I'm paranoid I see walls behind walls behind walls

When I'm overjoyed I see falls over falls over falls

When I'm all alone I'll be wary and careful to

Only eat with uncles, never talk to strangers, God is in the kitchen, faking baby dangers

Change whatever karma means, for the only things that end never truly begin

If this street's air ain't up to par, I'll take my clothes and take this strange behaviour

Not only liked, but loved as well

If this street's air ain't up to par, I'll take my clothes and take this strange behaviour

Not only liked, but loved as well

When I'm paranoid I see walls behind walls behind walls

When I'm overjoyed I see falls over falls over falls

When I'm all alone I'll be wary and careful to

Only eat with uncles, never talk to strangers, God is in the kitchen, faking baby dangers

If this street's air ain't up to par, I'll take my clothes and take this strange behaviour

Not only liked, but loved as well

If this street's air ain't up to par, I'll take my clothes and take this strange behaviour

Not only liked, but loved as well

And if this keeps tearing me apart, the walls come down won't stop this empty feeling

For everything apart from this

(No guitar:)

Lonely in life, dead or alive

If the truth had incursions

No more goodbyes, no more big lies

If the truth had versions

As long as you and I are together

I'll hold onto the jewellery

Like staple-strapped clenched fist and tongs

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Hang strung from an empty nest

Those thieving birds

Free love, sing love

Those thieving birds

Free love, sing love

Those thieving birds

Hang strung from an empty nest

6. The Man That Knew Too Much (Standard Tuning EADGBE)

There was a man that knew too much, with a panic attic mind, but a

A chance to numb his golden touch, to ignore the will of time

Had me struck down open do the fact, I was standing in a line with a

Broken occupation on my back

Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

There's nothing left to say, it's changing every day

The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey

It's not enough to say this is my love

Oh

He had the anti-Midas touch, temporary state of mind, but a

(Do a fast trill with the B note |)

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A chance to die enhances growth, now I'm trembling all the time

Stumble round, making faces on the scene, scene, what, what

Stumble round, make your faces on your own

Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

There's nothing left to say, it's changing every day

The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey

It's not enough to say this is my love

(Woohoo) I'm not your mockingbird

(Woohoo) That sings your cellar song

(Woohoo) She got a paper run

(Woohoo) You're compensated

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Can we all gather round on the scene

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Can we all move around on our own

Are ya a mover shaker all alone

Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

There's nothing left to say, it's changing every day

The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey

It not enough to say, aah

Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

There's nothing left to say but this is my love

(Woohoo) I'm not your mockingbird

(Woohoo) That sings your cellar song

(Woohoo) She got her paper run

(Woohoo) To write your letters wrong

(Woohoo, ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah)

(Woohoo, ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah)

(Woohoo, ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah)