The Last Great Star In Hollywood

Meg & Dia

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e ---------9---9---2-------9---9---4-------9---9---4-------12---12---5-------12---12---4--| B ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| e ---------4---0---0---2--------9----9----9--9--4----9---9---4--------4---5---5-----5---5---4--| B ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| I’ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones.        A             D I’ve got my stomach rolls rather bare wardrobe. They’ve got seven floors one on the east coast.      A       Bm       E Why they grin so wide they’ve got their visions no one knows. e -------9---9---9----9--9--7--7---12-----7--7--7------9---9---9---9----------------------| B ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------1--| D ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| I think I’m on the bright side. D   A           E Got my hair cut short I do my class report on time. I hope I’m on the bright side.           D       A              E What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside.          F#m         A           D   Bm My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws while their lips enlarged in a constant pout.        F#m       D           A           E They’re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings if it doesn’t match their clothes. They’ve got their visions no one knows.   Bm   E And why we’re patient no one knows. I think I’m on the bright side. D   A           E Got my hair cut short I do my class report on time. I hope I’m on the bright side.           D       A              E What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside. F#m       A Learn to let go of tired skin. Bm       D It’s just a fence to hold me in. A       E I ask for a closing statement. F#m     Bm I ask for just one prayer that I can put me into. We’re the most modern man machines. Under our masks not what we seem. We must not sleep underneath the slow and steady descent of the fools upstairs. - - - - - - - - - - - I think I’m on the bright side. D   A           E Got my hair cut short I do my class report on time. I hope I’m on the bright side.           D       A              E What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside.  (repeat) I’ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones          F#m         A My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws They’ve got seven floors one on the east coast.       F#m       D They’re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings I think I’m on the bright side

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empty heart empty heart Em, C, G, D
empty heart empty heart F, Am, C, Em
empty heart empty heart G#, Fm, Bbm, Cm, Db, Eb, G, C
empty heart empty heart Dbm, A, E, B
empty heart empty heart C, E, Dm, G, F, Am
empty heart empty heart D, D9, D7, Em, A, G, Bb, Bm
empty heart empty heart B, G, D, A
empty heart empty heart Bm, D, A, Em, F#, e, G, E, B
empty heart empty heart Gm, F, Eb, Bb, Bb/A
empty heart empty heart G, Em, C, D
Cette chanson aborde la lutte avec l'image de soi et les attentes de la société en matière de beauté. L'artiste évoque des insécurités physiques tout en cherchant une forme d'acceptation personnelle. Elle souligne le contraste entre les apparences et la réalité intérieure, montrant que ce qui est perçu comme beau aujourd'hui peut être bien différent de ce qui se cache à l'intérieur. Malgré tout, elle affiche une volonté de rester optimiste, affirmant sa propre valeur au-delà des stéréotypes. Le contexte se situe dans un monde où les standards de beauté sont souvent superficiels et inaccessibles. La voix de l'artiste résonne comme une critique des pressions sociales qui affectent la perception de soi et invite à réfléchir sur ce qu'est véritablement la beauté. Dans ce cadre, l'idée de se concentrer sur l'intérieur, plutôt que sur l'extérieur, devient essentielle.