Chordproc: Kathleen Edwards : Voyageur

Kathleen Edwards : Voyageur


  1. Empty Threat
  2. Chameleon Comedian
  3. A Soft Place To Land
  4. Change The Sheets
  5. House Full Of Empty Rooms
  6. Mint
  7. Sidecar
  8. Pink Champagne
  9. Going To Hell
  10. For The Record

Empty Threat

Capo III
G
The hottest days of the summer They brought us here together
C
You know it's true
G
But this cold now it's getting warmer
C
Maybe come September I will feel brand new
G
Em
I'm moving to America
G
Em
Moving to America
G
Em
Moving to America
G
C
It's an empty threat
In the city I once would never I'm learning to say never never never ever 'Cause now I'm its favorite flower I'm blooming through to the concrete cracks of this condo tower I'm moving to America Moving to America Moving to America It's an empty threat
D
C
D
Over the course of hours
C
D
My life hit thunder showers
C
Em
I hit my head until it bled
C
Em
D
I pressed reset goddamn it
I'm moving to America Moving to America Moving to America It's an empty threat



Chameleon Comedian

Am
C
F
Dm
x2
Am
I know your heart
C
It is a secret thing
F
You're a comedian
Dm
You hide behind your funny face
Am
F
C
Em
Every time, every time
Out of the shadows Out of the cameras and the lights You're a chameleon And you hide behind your darker side
Am
F
Every time, every time
C
I don't need a punchline
Em
Don't need a punchline
Everybody's watching The way that I see you could not change I'll be your medium For everything you wanted to say 'Cause out of the shadows Out of the cameras and the lights I'm a chameleon I just hide behind the songs I write
F
See me smile
G
It's not for a funny joke
F
See me smile
G
It's not for a funny joke, it's for...
Am
F
Every time, every time
C
I don't need a...
Em
Don't need a punchline
Am
F
Every time, every time
C
Em
I don't need a punchline
Solo over verse chords x2
F
See me smile
G
It's not for a funny joke
F
See me smile
G
It's not for a funny joke, it's for...
Am
F
Every time, every time
C
I don't need a punchline
Em
Don't need a punchline
Am
F
Every time, every time
C
I don't need a punchline
Em
Don't need a punchline
Am
F
Every time, every time
C
Em
I don't need a punchline
Am
F
G
Dm
(I don't need, I don't need, I don't need)
Am
F
G
Dm
Every time, every time
Am
F
Am
G
Am



A Soft Place To Land

Capo V
G
C
G
C
x2
C
G
Callin' it quits
C
You think this is easy
G
C
I swear I heard you callin' the jury
Am
G
Call it a catch
C
D
Without any strings attached
C
G
Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land
C
The forest floor
D
The palms of your hands
C
D
I'm lookin' for a soft place to land
G
C
G
C
G
I call it an ace
C
You've gotta believe me
G
C
But you're callin' me names not to my face
Am
G
But you're calling my spade a bluff
C
D
Callin' it love
C
G
Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land
C
The forest floor
D
The palms of your hands
C
D
I'm lookin' for a soft place to land
C
D
C
D
C
Call me in the night
D
I don't mind, I don't care, I can't sleep,
Call me in the day, in my car, on my way
C
D
Call me by name, all I want is to hear you say
C
G
Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land
C
The forest floor
D
The palms of your hands
C
D
I'm lookin' for a soft place to land
C
The forest floor
D
C
D
C
The palms of your hands, palms of your hands
D
C
D
C
D
The palms of your hands, palms of your hands
G
C
G
C
x2



Change The Sheets

A/d xx0220
D
A/d
My love
G
Took a ride on a red-eye plane
D
A/d
Going home
G
And we're never gonna feel the same
Bm
D
G
Change this feeling under my feet
Bm
D
G
Change the sheets, then change me
D
A/d
G
My love Is a stockpile of broken wills Like Santa Fe Margaritas and sleeping pills
Bm
D
I wanna lie in the cracks of this lonely road
G
I can fill in the blanks every time you don't fold
Bm
D
Here is the truth, I swear it used to be fun
G
Go ahead and run run run...
Bm
D
G
Change this feeling under my feet
Bm
D
G
Change the sheets, then change me
Would you change this feeling under my feet? I wanna lie in the cracks of this lonely road I can fill in the blanks every time you don't fold Here is the truth, I swear I was fun Go ahead and run run run Change this feeling under my feet Would you change the sheets, and then change me Here is the truth, I swear I was fun Go ahead and run run run



House Full Of Empty Rooms

Capo II
A (riff)
e|-----------------|
B|----2------------|
G|------2----------|
D|-------------0---|
A|--0--------------|
E|---------0h2-----|
A
You don't talk to me
D
Not the way that you used to
A
Maybe I don't listen
D
E
In a way that makes you think I do
F#m
I've been wondering
E
A
-
E
-
Bm
-
F#m
-
E
About what we're gonna do
A
A house full of empty rooms
A
You don't kiss me,
D
Not the way that I wish you would
A
Maybe I don't look at you
D
E
In a way that makes you think you should
F#m
E
Bm
F#m
E
Still I've been thinking about how it's gonna be
A
Years of giving up your dreams
Bm
F#m
And I'm far from perfect
D
Bm
F#m
I'm far from anything but I swear that when we started
D
I used to make you happy
A
But I don't know you
D
Not the way that I thought I did
A
Maybe you don't know me
D
E
And you don't wanna be the first to say
F#m
A
-
E
-
Bm
-
F#m
-
E
I've been wondering about what we're gonna do
F#m
A
-
E
-
Bm
-
F#m
-
E
And I've been wondering about what we're gonna do
F#m
E
A house full of empty rooms
A
A house full of empty rooms



Mint

Am
D
x4
Ooooooh
Am
D
x4
Am
D
G
C
/b
The taste of mint, you were a field of it Why I couldn't say no, to the taste of it
Am
D
God knows I want to, aah God knows I need to, aah God doesn't know you like I do
Am
D
x2
Am
D
G
C
/b
You're the taste of mint, under a midnight flirt And why I couldn't just go, and try to sleep on it
Am
D
God knows I want to, aah God knows I need to, aah God doesn't know you like I do
Am
D
G
C
/b
And I do-o-o, sha la la la la la
Am
D
G
D
I do, sha la la la la la la la la
Am
D
x4
C
/b
And it's like, pure heaven sent Nothing could, could have replaced
C
/b
E
Lord knows I tried, to be true
Am
D
God knows I want to, aah God doesn't know you like I do
Am
D
G
C
/b
And I do-o-o, sha la la la la la I do, sha la la la la la la la la
Am
D



Sidecar

Wake up! Wake up! I want to take you To all the places I thought we could I was feeling so lost for so long I was feeling so lost for so long I didn't know what to do Sit up! Sit up! Sit up! I went and made you Breakfast in bed, coffee and juice I was feeling so lost for so long You were feeling so lost for so long We didn't know what to do You and I will be sidecars There to chase down the hard stuff There to chase down the hard stuff Wait up! Wait up! You let me show you All of the monsters I was holding on to So get up! Get up! Get up it's gonna be good Cause you all know what nothing nothing no one owes you You were feeling so lost for so long I was feeling so lost for so long You were feeling so lost for so long We didn't know what to do You and I will be sidecars There to chase down the hard stuff with you There to chase down You and I will be sidecars There to chase down the hard stuff with you There to chase down the hard stuff



Pink Champagne

Capo II
F
Dm
F
C
Am
F
Dm
C
Cadd9-C
Cadd9-C
Cadd9-C
Cadd9-C
Top it up, a white carnation
F
I borrow my mother's clutch
Dm
F
Thinking the grass could be greener, at last
C
Now that I'm all grown up
F
But expectation tonight 'ill be the death of me
Dm
In a dress to kill and a glass to fill
F
C
Cadd9-C
I wasn't ready, but I didn't fight
F
C
F
C
Pink champagne tastes the same
Dm
F
C
I don't want to feel this way
Cadd9-C
Cadd9-C
Looking back, it was such a dumb idea
F
Five girls in the same-coloured dress
Dm
F
Book a honeymoon and find yourself thinking
C
Cadd9-C
My life is a perfect mess
'Cause when you're far from the phone
F
And start feeling at home where I am
Dm
F
Thinking the grass would be greener, at last
C
Cadd9-C
If I were on my own
F
C
F
C
Pink champagne tastes the same
Dm
F
I don't want to feel this
Dm
F
C
I don't want to feel this way
Cadd9-C
Cadd9-C
Am
C
F
C
F
Everybody's saying
Dm
Well, if I were you
C
'Cause now you're such a good judge
G
C
F
When it comes to love___
C
F
And everybody's thinking
They know me and you
C
Oh, I can be cruel
G
So can you
C
F
C
F
Pink champagne tastes the same
Dm
F
I don't want to feel this
Dm
F
I don't want to feel this
Dm
F
C
I don't want to feel this way
C
Cadd9-C
Cadd9-C
Am
C
F
C
F
C
G
F
C
F
C
G
C
F
C
F
Pink champagne tastes the same
Dm
F
I don't want to feel this
Dm
F
I don't want to feel this
Dm
F
C
I don't want to feel this way



Going To Hell

Get out a map, carve out a path Highlight it in fluorescent yellow From the mountain pass to the prairie grass Anywhere you'll go I'll follow And if we don't speak after you leave I'll look to the sky for smoke signals If I fall behind, could you leave me a sign Breadcrumbs in the shape of an arrow See I'm going to hell In a basket I made Woven from the letters And it spells your name When the weather breaks we can sail the great lakes I'll make a white flag from your pillow Plug the holes of your leaky boat Use your t-shirt for material See I'm going to hell In a basket I made Woven from the letters And it spells your name I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell I will let go when your leaky boat reaches the shore I will let you know when the map says you're [?] anymore See I'm going to hell In a basket I made Woven from the letters And it spells your name I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell I will see you there I will see you there I will see you there



For The Record

Dm
Am
G
Dm
Dm
Am
G
Dm
Dm
Am
G
Dm
Dm
Am
G
Dm
Dm
Am
My blood is thick but it still runs
G
Dm
Every time I was taught to bite my tongue
Dm
Am
It's been years and the letters they still come
G
Dm
Still come
F
C
So hang, hang me up on your cross
Em
F
For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
F
C
Hang me out to die in the sun
Em
F
For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
F
F
Raise me up when I was number one Make a story of, of a story that was spun Strong enough to carry both my sons My blood is thick but it still runs So hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang me out to die in the sun For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
Em
F
Hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
Em
F
Record