Small Bags

by The Zags

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released July 4, 2014

David Ricardo: guitar, voice, songs
Stanton Hall: bass, voice, songs
Rachel Broach: keys, voice
Pete Schreiner: drums, percussion

Recorded in David's basement by The Zags.
Cover art by Pete Schreiner.

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Track Name: It's Over
Misty rain and the groaning train
Eleven nights and days gone by
Her fifteen minutes of fame have fallen
From a dark and cloudy sky

She's making the most of a strange thing
And she knows it's the least she can do

A brand new flat and a good luck cat
To help her find the wherewithal
Heading blind to the other side
Like walking through a waterfall

It's so hard to let go of what's over
But she's gotta make space for the new

Come on!
Oh yeah!
She know's it's over!
It's all over!
Track Name: Red-Eyed Dawn
I'm so shy
I try to socialize
It drains me nearly dry
But tonight
It felt so easy and I
Lost my sense of time

I'm pleased with myself
So pleased with myself
So glad not to be alone
Riding into day
Red-eyed dawn
Red-eyed dawn

Diving deep
Then flitting like two skipping
Stones across the night
Laughing hard
A little out of our heads
But it's alright

We're pleased with ourselves
Our barriers fell
As fast as the drinks were strong
Riding into day
Red-eyed dawn
Red-eyed dawn

The morning star reflected in our tired eyes
Real life is waiting for us on the other side

I'm pleased with myself
So pleased with myself
So glad not to get it wrong
Riding into day with
Red-eyed Dawn
Red-eyed Dawn
Red-eyed Dawn
Goodbye gone

D - G - D - G -D - G - D - G

D - D/C# - D/B - D/A - Em - G
D - D/C# - D/B - D/A - Em - G

D - G - D - G
D - A - G
Bm -E

D - G - D - G -D - G - D - G

D - D/C# - D/B - D/A - Em - G
D - D/C# - D/B - D/A - Em - G

D - G - D - G
D - A - G
Bm -E

D - G - D - G -D - G - D - G

Am - G - D - A
C - G - D - A

D - G - D - G
D - A - G
Bm -E

D - G - D - G -D - G - D - G - D - G -D
Track Name: Tattoo
Late at night, after everything gets bleary,
I turn off my phone and crawl in bed.
'Cause I know that it would be too easy
to say all the things in my head.

Ooooh, I try to stay in motion but I can't shake my devotion to
you... have stained my heart like a tattoo.

Say the word; I'll get up and come right over.
You don't even need to say why.
Yeah, I know that you play me like a piano,
but your melodies get me so high!

Ooooh, I try to stay in motion but I can't shake my devotion to
you... have stained my heart like a tattoo.

You don't care for me, it's true,
but I just want to be with you.

G - C -G - C

G - F# - C - G - D
G - F# - C - G - D
F - C - G - D
F - C - Am - D

G - F# - C - G - D
G - F# - C - G - D
F - C - G - D
F - C - Am - D

G - Bm - Am - D :||
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Track Name: Bridges Of 1987
The bridges of 1987 are lifting all around
Stronger than those of newer vintage, thick and rich in sound
They only happen once but they snare you in their traps
The bridges of 1987 will never, ever collapse

Do you remember what we did back then?
I have doubt, I blocked it out
Was that the greatest time of life back then?
I think not, those days can rot

But when I have the strangest of emotions
That I can't resist rhyming with "oceans"
It's because I hear a song blaring from a speaker above
And I know what year it's from

The bridges of 1987 are lifting all around
Stick like honey to synaptic towers, hooks so tightly bound
The great ones don't repeat, they need no exit map
The bridges of 1987 will never, ever collapse

Do we need to dwell in history?
Rewrite it, no - let it go
Recollections reek of fakery
My tight throat can't find the notes

That can properly spell out my real feelings
You'll find more poise in a group of pre-teens
They're the ones who hear new songs
The ones to which we don't respond
But you know one day will wind them up
This is why we are doomed to repeat the past

The bridges of 1987...


G - Em - C - G - Em - C
D - Bm - F#m - G
G - A - D - Bm - G - A -D

D - E+ - F - A - D - E+ - F - A
G - D - Em - C - A

D - A - Em - D - A - Em
D - A - Em - C - A - G

G - Em - C - G - Em - C
D - Bm - F#m - G
G - A - D - Bm - G - A -D

D - E+ - F - A - D - E+ - F - A
G - D - Em - C - A

D - A - Em - D - A - Em
D - A - Em - C - A - F - G - E ... A

A - F#m - D :||
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