Unless Its Kicks

they use bar chords in the recording but feel free to strum away at the nut chords to
give a more “acousticky” feel

intro :
E B x 2

E
what gives this mess some grace unless it’s
B
kicks , man – unless it’s
C#
fiction , unless it’s
B
sweat or it’s songs? what

E
hits against this chest unless it’s A
B
sick man’s hand , from some
C#
mid – level band? he’s been
B
driving too long on A

E
dark windless night , with the
B
stereo on , with the
C#
towns flying by and the
Am B
ground getting soft . and A

E
sound in the sky , coming
B
down from above , it sur –
C#
rounds you and sighs and is
Am B
whispering of what

E
pulls your body down , and that is
B
quicksand . so climb out
C#
quick , hand over hand , before your
B
mouth’s all filled up . what

E
picks you up from down unless it’s
B
tricks , man? when i’ve been
C#
fixed i Am convinced that i will
B
not get so broke up again . and on A

E
seven day high , that
B
heavenly song punches
C#
right through my mind and just
Am B
hums through my blood . and i

E
know it’s a lie , but i’ll
B
still give my love . hey , my
C#
heart’s on the line for your
Am B
hands to pluck off . oh . . .

E B C# E

E
what gives this mess some grace unless it’s
B
fictions – unless it’s
C#
licks , man , unless it’s
B
lies or it’s love? what

E
breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some
B
rock and roll fan , just floating
C#
up from the stands with her
Am B
heart opened up . and i want to tell her , “your

E
love isn’t lost , ” say “my
B
heart is still crossed!” scream , “you’re
C#
so wonderful! what A
Am B
dream in the dark – about

E
working so hard , about
B
growing so stoned , trying
C#
not to turn off , trying
Am B
not to believe in that lie all on your

E
own . ”
B
la la la
C#
la oh oh oh
F
oh
B

E B C# Am B x2

end on E