The Title Of This Song

Beck

Transposer:

You’ve taken the title of this song From a life that’s beyond Something that you could belong to But is it wrong to sing along When all of the words They just get on your nerves And the verse is ringing out like a curse I’m tired of this old refrain Is the Chorus you sang When you had no one to blame But yourself for singing it all in vain You’ve taken the title of this song From a book that goes on and on Til you can’t find the ending Was it a funeral or a wedding Or a seance for the bride Whose affection had died Though some say love is suicide My heart it don’t make any sense Was all that she said When her love was found dead But the story was all in her head (Interlude) Ah----- ... Ah----- You’ve taken the notes from your head And played them out loud On the public announcement instead Cause all your thoughts get distorted The feedback goes on And you’ve ruined the song While everyone just plays along It’s only the notes that you’ve played That drowned out the thoughts From a song that was lost And the song you sang it didn’t have a name There was nothing But the song we were singing (Repeat 8x) This tab is based off the Portland Cello Project version on YouTube. Hope you enjoy it.

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Eb5, F#5, eb, Bb, F#, Db, G#, Eb, Db5, F5, F

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F#, E, A, B, F#7, F, Db, Amaj7, B6, Eb, G#

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D, Bb, C, F, G, Bm, Am

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E, A, F#m, D, Dbm, B

Fix Me

G, C, Em, Bb7, D7, F

Super Cool

Am7, G, E, A, F, Bm7, F#, B

Modern Guilt

Ebm, F, A, B, Bb, Bb7, D, C

Say Goodbye

G, Bb, A, C, D

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E, B, A

Holy Man

A, E, E7, F#m, Db, D, G

La chanson évoque la frustration et l'absurdité de la recherche de sens dans des paroles répétitives et déroutantes. Elle raconte comment des souvenirs et des émotions peuvent être pris symboliquement, comme si le titre lui-même était emprunté à une vie que l’on peine à appréhender. Entre réflexions sur l’amour, la perte et le désespoir, le narrateur se questionne sur l'authenticité des sentiments et des récits que l'on chante. Il semble que tout soit un cycle sans fin, où les vérités se mêlent aux illusions, et où le sens se perd au fil des notes. L'idée d'une histoire bloquée dans un livre sans fin illustre le sentiment d'incertitude qui règne face à nos propres expériences.

Le Chansonnier