Chords for Hotel Books "Van Nuys" (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
155 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
Bm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[E]
[D]
Every church has a steeple in their own form of suicide, and I'd like to think if I lived through the Bible soon after, I [G] would have probably died.
But I [E] have no weapons, just a lot of ammunition in the [G] muddy waters I'm [D] stepping in until you showed me my own wisdom.
I promised myself I'd never neglect another gray sky, take another trip to Van Nuys and [G] stop at Best Buy to see if the [E] record I wrote is sold enough for me to just fade out and [G] let time pass by.
[D]
[Bm] And I don't know [A] where I stand, so I [G] guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I know that there's blood on my [A] hands if there's still hate in [G] my heart.
And I don't [A] know where I stand, so [G] I guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I know that there's blood on [A] my hands if there's still [G] hate in my heart.
[D] I booked a flight back to Los Angeles, I'll be back in the valley, I hope you can handle it.
Cause nothing says I love you quite like your iron fist, and I'm fine with it as long as you're happy.
And I guess there's a reason the artist is rarely in the painting, his self-portrait is too personal to create for sustaining.
So [G] where is God and his creation other than our clouds, this mystery we pray to, [D] hoping he'll water our grounds.
[Bm] And I don't [A] know where I stand, so [G] I guess I'll just fall apart.
And I know [Bm] that there's blood on my [A] hands if there's still hate in [G] my heart.
[Bm] And I don't [A] know where I stand, [G] so I guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I [Bm] know that there's still blood [A] on my hands if there's [G] still hate in my heart.
[D] Let this song be a memorial to when [G] I knew who I was.
[D] I'm picturing out my burial, but my [G] heart is afraid of love.
[D] Let this song be a memorial to when [G] I knew who I was.
I'm [D] picturing out my burial, but my [G] heart is afraid of love.
I'm afraid of [D] love.
Uh -huh.
Hey, I just, I don't think I can do this anymore.
Let this song be a [A]
memorial [D] to when [G] I knew who I was.
[D]
I'm picturing out my burial, but my [G] heart is afraid of love.
I'm afraid of [D] love.
You're so busy all the time and I haven't seen you in months.
[E]
[D]
Every church has a steeple in their own form of suicide, and I'd like to think if I lived through the Bible soon after, I [G] would have probably died.
But I [E] have no weapons, just a lot of ammunition in the [G] muddy waters I'm [D] stepping in until you showed me my own wisdom.
I promised myself I'd never neglect another gray sky, take another trip to Van Nuys and [G] stop at Best Buy to see if the [E] record I wrote is sold enough for me to just fade out and [G] let time pass by.
[D]
[Bm] And I don't know [A] where I stand, so I [G] guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I know that there's blood on my [A] hands if there's still hate in [G] my heart.
And I don't [A] know where I stand, so [G] I guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I know that there's blood on [A] my hands if there's still [G] hate in my heart.
[D] I booked a flight back to Los Angeles, I'll be back in the valley, I hope you can handle it.
Cause nothing says I love you quite like your iron fist, and I'm fine with it as long as you're happy.
And I guess there's a reason the artist is rarely in the painting, his self-portrait is too personal to create for sustaining.
So [G] where is God and his creation other than our clouds, this mystery we pray to, [D] hoping he'll water our grounds.
[Bm] And I don't [A] know where I stand, so [G] I guess I'll just fall apart.
And I know [Bm] that there's blood on my [A] hands if there's still hate in [G] my heart.
[Bm] And I don't [A] know where I stand, [G] so I guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I [Bm] know that there's still blood [A] on my hands if there's [G] still hate in my heart.
[D] Let this song be a memorial to when [G] I knew who I was.
[D] I'm picturing out my burial, but my [G] heart is afraid of love.
[D] Let this song be a memorial to when [G] I knew who I was.
I'm [D] picturing out my burial, but my [G] heart is afraid of love.
I'm afraid of [D] love.
Uh -huh.
Hey, I just, I don't think I can do this anymore.
Let this song be a [A]
memorial [D] to when [G] I knew who I was.
[D]
I'm picturing out my burial, but my [G] heart is afraid of love.
I'm afraid of [D] love.
You're so busy all the time and I haven't seen you in months.
Key:
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Bm
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D
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Every church has a steeple in their own form of suicide, and I'd like to think if I lived through the Bible soon after, I [G] would have probably died.
But I [E] have no weapons, just a lot of ammunition in the [G] muddy waters I'm [D] stepping in until you showed me my own wisdom.
I promised myself I'd never neglect another gray sky, take another trip to Van Nuys and [G] stop at Best Buy to see if the [E] record I wrote is sold enough for me to just fade out and [G] let time pass by.
[D] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ And I don't know [A] where I stand, so I [G] guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I know that there's blood on my [A] hands if there's still hate in [G] my heart. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And I don't [A] know where I stand, so [G] I guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I know that there's blood on [A] my hands if there's still [G] hate in my heart. _
_ _ [D] I booked a flight back to Los Angeles, I'll be back in the valley, I hope you can handle it.
Cause nothing says I love you quite like your iron fist, and I'm fine with it as long as you're happy.
_ _ _ _ And I guess there's a reason the artist is rarely in the painting, his self-portrait is too personal to create for sustaining.
So [G] where is God and his creation other than our clouds, this mystery we pray to, _ [D] hoping he'll water our grounds.
_ _ [Bm] _ And I don't [A] know where I stand, so [G] I guess I'll just fall apart.
And I know [Bm] that there's blood on my [A] hands if there's still hate in [G] my heart. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ And I don't [A] know where I stand, [G] so I guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I [Bm] know that there's still blood [A] on my hands if there's [G] still hate in my heart.
_ [D] _ _ Let this song be a _ memorial _ _ to when [G] I _ knew who I was. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ I'm picturing out my _ burial, _ _ but my [G] heart is afraid _ of love. _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ Let this song be a _ memorial _ _ to when [G] I _ knew who I _ _ was.
I'm _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ picturing out my _ burial, _ _ but my [G] heart _ is afraid of love.
_ I'm afraid of [D] _ love.
Uh _ -huh.
Hey, _ _ _ I just, I don't think I can do this anymore. _ _ _ _ _
Let this song be a [A] _
memorial [D] _ _ to when [G] I _ knew who I _ _ was.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
I'm _ picturing out my burial, _ _ _ but my [G] heart _ _ is afraid _ of love.
_ I'm afraid of [D] love.
_ _ _ _ _ _ You're so busy all the time and I haven't seen you in months.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Every church has a steeple in their own form of suicide, and I'd like to think if I lived through the Bible soon after, I [G] would have probably died.
But I [E] have no weapons, just a lot of ammunition in the [G] muddy waters I'm [D] stepping in until you showed me my own wisdom.
I promised myself I'd never neglect another gray sky, take another trip to Van Nuys and [G] stop at Best Buy to see if the [E] record I wrote is sold enough for me to just fade out and [G] let time pass by.
[D] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ And I don't know [A] where I stand, so I [G] guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I know that there's blood on my [A] hands if there's still hate in [G] my heart. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And I don't [A] know where I stand, so [G] I guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I know that there's blood on [A] my hands if there's still [G] hate in my heart. _
_ _ [D] I booked a flight back to Los Angeles, I'll be back in the valley, I hope you can handle it.
Cause nothing says I love you quite like your iron fist, and I'm fine with it as long as you're happy.
_ _ _ _ And I guess there's a reason the artist is rarely in the painting, his self-portrait is too personal to create for sustaining.
So [G] where is God and his creation other than our clouds, this mystery we pray to, _ [D] hoping he'll water our grounds.
_ _ [Bm] _ And I don't [A] know where I stand, so [G] I guess I'll just fall apart.
And I know [Bm] that there's blood on my [A] hands if there's still hate in [G] my heart. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ And I don't [A] know where I stand, [G] so I guess I'll just fall apart.
Cause I [Bm] know that there's still blood [A] on my hands if there's [G] still hate in my heart.
_ [D] _ _ Let this song be a _ memorial _ _ to when [G] I _ knew who I was. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ I'm picturing out my _ burial, _ _ but my [G] heart is afraid _ of love. _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ Let this song be a _ memorial _ _ to when [G] I _ knew who I _ _ was.
I'm _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ picturing out my _ burial, _ _ but my [G] heart _ is afraid of love.
_ I'm afraid of [D] _ love.
Uh _ -huh.
Hey, _ _ _ I just, I don't think I can do this anymore. _ _ _ _ _
Let this song be a [A] _
memorial [D] _ _ to when [G] I _ knew who I _ _ was.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
I'm _ picturing out my burial, _ _ _ but my [G] heart _ _ is afraid _ of love.
_ I'm afraid of [D] love.
_ _ _ _ _ _ You're so busy all the time and I haven't seen you in months.