Аккорды Chris Collins - Dusty Basement

[Verse 1]
Am                    F            Em
Dusty basement, amps still hum, Serafin's voice like seasoned wine
G                 F
Singing embers of lost youth, beneath the rafters, stories chime
Am                           F           Em
Dan's brushes whisper on the skins, a gentle pulse through aging hands
G              F
Elvis fingers chase worn frets, chasing echoes of younger bands

[Chorus]
G             D           Em
But the gigs are smoke-stained dives, stale beer and worn-out boots
C                 D
Applause a smattering of nods, weary smiles like muted roots
G                           D            Em
We pass the hat, a silver crown, for dreams beneath the neon haze
C                 D
But rent don't sing on whispered tunes, just another empty phase

[Verse 2]
Am                    F            Em
Serafin spins tales of sunlit days, his voice a map of miles we've trod
G                 F
The music whispers secrets kept, lessons etched in every chord
Am                           F           Em
We play 'til twilight streaks the walls, painting shadows with its gold
G              F
Dreaming of a stage long crossed, where legends walked and stories told

[Chorus]
G             D           Em
But the gigs are smoke-stained dives, stale beer and worn-out boots
C                 D
Applause a smattering of nods, weary smiles like muted roots
G                           D            Em
We pass the hat, a silver crown, for dreams beneath the neon haze
C                 D
But rent don't sing on whispered tunes, just another empty phase

[Bridge]
C            G           F
Maybe someday, maybe soon, the melody will climb the dawn
C                           G
Maybe then they'll hear our song, the embers burning warm and strong
Am                F             Em
But for now, we play for ghosts, whispers in the fading light
Am                             F           Em
Four echoes chasing fireflies, chasing stars through the night

[Chorus]
G             D           Em
But the gigs are smoke-stained dives, stale beer and worn-out boots
C                 D
Applause a smattering of nods, weary smiles like muted roots
G                           D            Em
We pass the hat, a silver crown, for dreams beneath the neon haze
C                 D
But rent don't sing on whispered tunes, just another empty phase

[Outro]
D
So we play on, play on, with hearts that beat a timeless drum
G              D         Em
Knowing every moonlit night brings a song, even if it's never sung