shiva opens her arms - by elliott smith standard tuning A x07650 C#m x46654 G 355433 E7 x76750 B x9987x D x57775 D9 5x055x D9b5 4x055x Am9 5x550x A6sus2 5x440x G#m7 4x440x G* 32040x / 2x020x / 1x020x riff1 riff2 |---------- |-7---7-5- both riffs |-7---7-5-- |--------- are played |---------- |--------- over the |---------- |--------- A-chord |---------- |--------- |---------- |--------- A riff1 riff1 riff2 riff1 A riff1 I'm so sick of people asking me riff1 riff2 Have I seen this guy that I look like riff1 When they mean that he looks like me Aw, damn it all to hell No I wouldn?t know him too well A riff1 riff2 Except I broke into his home, and then I broke his collarbone riff1 riff1 His curtains hadn?t been opened in a week or two riff2 riff1 And no one pictured that the little __ freaker has a few Looks like it?s about to fall over, sure yeah it could just be the frame A riff1 riff1 Or it could be the fact that nothing in this house is ever on the level Not even the toilet, both of you A riff1 riff2 It?s all askew, it'll be wrong forever I dreamt up we're tumbling down a hill Am9 /G# A6sus2 The people standing around swear they never seen blows fall like this Wherever he lands stay away it?s going to be bloody Oh no, I miss you so A riff1 riff1 Church bells now I?m awake and I guess it must be some kind of holiday riff2 riff1 Go tell them that he better behave, it?s pretty hard to rise from the grave I?m just a ghost from the past, yeah, but you shouldn't have laughed A riff1 riff2 Because I'll give you the shaft or maybe sign you up for the draft riff1 riff1 I look down, I ripped my shirt and there?s blood stains on my fists riff2 riff1 And the air in here is like a nylon net, I can throw my fists right through it Man, did anybody ever tell you that you?re kind of like A riff1 riff1 A moth trying to catch the attention of a bare light bulb All recorded history is just one little guy on this pen A riff1 riff1 Oh, my head feels like a TV store, twenty of the same channels Let?s step outside for some fresh air To some part of the city that you never seen yet Even though you lived here all your life Now you?re not even sure who you've met or what you like You wait until morning, let's hold it now And if that?s the case you'll spend the night anyhow Shiva opens her arms now Am9 /G# A6sus2 Some kid's trying to park his car I may talk in my sleep tonight 'cause I like company too Yeah, I know we're through Although I miss you so A riff1 riff1 riff2 riff1 A riff1 riff1 A riff1 riff2 riff1 riff1 riff2 riff1 ... - july 2014

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque les tourments intérieurs d'une personne confrontée à ses démons, entre nostalgie et désillusion. Elle décrit un sentiment de malaise face à un passé auquel il est difficile de s'accrocher, et un besoin de connexion, même s'il semble perdu. Les images de violence semblent faire écho à des blessures émotionnelles, tandis que des références à des éléments du quotidien soulignent l'absurdité de certaines situations. Dans un moment de flottement, la mention de "Shiva" ouvre un espace où l'on ressent à la fois une profonde tristesse et un désir de rédemption, laissant entrevoir une quête de réconfort au milieu du chaos.