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Stalemate / Impossibrew – by Tom Connelly
Key: A major | Tempo: ~84 BPM | Strum: down-down-up-down / down-down-up-up-down (swing feel)
Progressions: Verse – A–G–D–A | Refrain – F–G–A


Verse 1 (Stalemate)
[A] Burn your bridge / [G] and scorch your earth
[D] I’ll build it back / [A] with joy and mirth
[A] Move your queen / [G] and take your place
[D] Now you’ve finally / [A] shown your face

Refrain (I)
[F] Castles fall,     [G] the board’s re-set,     [A] ———
[F] Every move,       [G] a new re-gret,           [A] ———
[F] Check my heart,   [G] it beats in vain,        [A] ———
[F] Trade our pieces, [G] feel the same.            [A] ———

*(Play with drive — this is the emotional peak of the first half.)*

Verse 2 (Stalemate)
[A] Knight to night,  [G] we lose the day
[D] All our colors    [A] fade to gray
[A] No one wins and   [G] none to blame—
[D] We call it love,  [A] we call it game.

Bridge (Transition)
[F] Step away, the pieces sleep,
[G] Every vow a promise to keep.
[D] Time still hums where voices knew,
[A] The line between me and you.

Verse 3 (Impossibrew)
[A] Thirteen hundred miles away,
[G] You said “do it live, don’t just play.”
[D] I poured my heart through string and tune,
[A] But sound can’t cross the afternoon.

Refrain (II)
[F] Every note I send to you,
[G] Evaporates like morning dew.
[D] Distance laughs and clinks its glass,
[A] To all the loves that couldn’t last.

*(Mirror of Refrain I — same chords, but softer and reflective. Let the last A ring before closing.)*

Verse 4 / Outro (Impossibrew)
[A] So here’s my toast to dreams half-true,
[G] This bittersweet Impossibrew.
[D] A taste of maybe, gone too soon,
[A] Still warm beneath a waning moon.

Final Refrain
[F] Raise a cup to what won’t do,
[G] Drink to me—
[A] Impossibrew.

stalemate (impossibru)

impossibru take 2.m4a

impossibru take 3

Stalemate
[A] Burn your bridge / [G] and scorch your earth
[D] I’ll build it back / [A] with joy and mirth
[A] Move your queen / [G] and take your place
[D] Now you’ve finally / [A] shown your face
[F] Castles fall, [G] the board’s reset
[F] Every move, [G] a new regret
[F] Check my heart, [G] it beats in vain
[F] Trade our pieces, [G] feel the same
[A] —— (hold, return to verse)
[A] Knight to night, [G] we lose the day
[D] All our colors [A] fade to gray
[A] No one wins and [G] none to blame—
[D] We call it love, [A] we call it game.
[F] Step away, the pieces sleep, [G] every vow a promise to keep.
[D] Time still hums where voices knew, [A] the line between me and you.
[A] Thirteen hundred miles away,
[G] You said “do it live, don’t just play.”
[D] I poured my heart through string and tune,
[A] But sound can’t cross the afternoon.
[F] Every note I send to you, [G] evaporates like morning dew.
[F] Distance laughs and clinks its glass, [G] to all the loves that couldn’t last.
[A] —— (hold before final verse)
[A] So here’s my toast to dreams half-true,
[G] This bittersweet Impossible.
[D] A taste of maybe, gone too soon,
[A] Still warm beneath a waning moon.
[F] Raise a cup to what won’t do, [G] drink to me —
[A] Impossible.

stalemate (original) (6str, plucking).m4a

stalemate (impossible) (12str, strum).m4a

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Artist Statement — “Everest Phase”
Every song I make now is a step up the mountain. It’s just me, my voice, and one instrument — the way it’s always been. No loops, no layers, no pretending. Just breath and string. I used to make music for whoever would listen, but now I make it for whoever hears. There’s a difference. Hearing means showing up. Hearing means letting silence work its way between the notes. Some people call it lonely. I call it altitude. The air gets thinner, the view gets clearer, the heart beats slower — but truer. If you’re here, you’re part of that climb. Not a fan, not an audience — a witness. Each track is the sound of a person becoming honest with himself, and finding out who stays to listen when the noise drops away.

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Thomas Connelly