Richard Swift — The Novelist

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Hey! This is my first time putting down chords like this so I apologize if there are any problems.
There are some things I need to mention about this song. Firstly, if you are playing this song on piano,
I should point out that there are some little flourishes that Swift added when playing the chords.

The first thing Swift would add to the chords was when he would play the E7 in the first verse,
he would swap the D note in the chord to an E. If you listen to the song you should get what I mean.

On the choruses, he does another thing with the chords. On the A minor, he goes up and down from the C note,
so he goes through these notes: C, D, E, D, C. He then does a similar thing on the E chord: B, C, D, C, B.
I've also seen videos of him playing the song live where he'll do this same sort
of pattern for the verse chords.

The other thing to mention is I want to specify what those versions of F are at the end of the verse melody,
just in case ultimate guitar recommends some weird chords. They're just the root note of the F chord going
down and up in semitones; so start with an F root note, then down to E, then Eb, and then back up in the same
way. This might not be necessary to mention but I thought I should anyway just in case.

[Verse 1]

F        E7
I am New York
F         E7
Tired and weak
F                                   F
I tried to write a book each time I speak
           E7
Mother and me
F          E7
Sister and I
F      F/E  F/Eb        F/E      F
Sunday afternoons still bleed me dry

[Chorus 1]

Am        E
Listen to Dylan
         Am
Shut the door
        E
Nobody cares anymore
Am        E
Trying so hard
           F
To craft a rhyme
                 C
With nickels and dimes

[Verse 2]

F        E7
I am New York
F           E7
Ten stories tall
F       F/E     F/Eb  F/E    F
Pull me from my pen before I fall

[Chorus 2]

Am        E
Listen to Dylan
         Am
Shut the door
       E
Nobody cares anymore
Am         E
Trying so hard
           F
To craft a rhyme
                 C
With nickels and dimes

[Bridge]

Dm    F               Bb
Maybe mother, she was right:
           F
"love is a waste
       Bb             F
It's a pill everyone tastes
       C      C
In your mouth"

[Verse 3]

F        E7
I am New York
F         E7
Tired and weak
F        F/E     F/Eb      F/E    F
Tried to write a book each time I speak		
    

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