Little Black Heart by The Early November
The Mother, The Mechanic, and the Path, 2006
Tabbed by Thomas Buhler
If you find any mistakes, or have any questions about this tab, email me at:
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Play with Capo on 1st fret. All chords and tabs relative to tuning.
Chords:
- 320033 - 133211
- xx0232 - 355xxx
- x32030 - x355xx
- x02010 - x022xx
- 200232 - 022xxx
- 022030
< - - RIFF 1 - - - > < - - - - RIFF 2 - - - - >
e|-7-2-3-------7-2-3-5-|--8--8----7-7--8--8----7-7-|
B|---------------------|--10-10---8-8--10-10---8-8-|
G|---------------------|---------------------------|
D|---------------------|---------------------------|
A|---------------------|---------------------------|
E|---------------------|---------------------------|
VERSE 1:
Iâve got some deep scars from a little black heart thatâs miles away.
I sent it packing after I saw what it did and I couldnât believe.
And now my chest hurts from the hole that I dug. Itâs getting harder to breathe.
Iâm really gasping, wishing I could turn back and that would fix everything
CHORUS:
(for once.) Itâs my life, I might as well live it.
Along with the bad times, just happy to be living.
So itâs my time. I know it sounds selfish.
Iâm really not like that. We live and we die for this.
VERSE 2: (play marked RIFFs in the verse along with chords)
RIFF 1>
So now my head hurts and itâs only getting worse every time that I think.
RIFF 2>
I feel a choking every time I have to sing. Itâs getting harder for me.
RIFF 1>
And now my stomach hurts. As long as Iâm in love itâs so hard to leave.
RIFF 2>
I feel a bad pain moving through my chest and my knees start to shake.
My knees start to shake. Itâs bringing me down.
CHORUS:
This is my life. I might as well live it.
Along with the bad times. Just love to be living.
So this is my time. It know it sounds selfish.
I think Iâll have some ice cream. We live and we die for this.
BRIDGE:
Thereâs one thing missing every time I step outside.
One thing missing every time I leave and drive.
One thing missing every time Iâm far from home.
Thereâs one thing missing every time I leave for months.
One thing missing every time I lose control.
Thereâs one thing missing every time that I stay home.
VERSE 3:
Iâve got some deep scars from a little black heart that only make me stronger.
And now I donât sleep seeing any relief. It gives me some perspective.
CHORUS:
This is my life. I might as well live it.
Along with the bad times. Just glad to be living.
And this is my time. I might as well share it.
Iâll give you all my money. We live and we die for this.
(x2)
SOLO: End on: