( sorry the chord changes don’t line up with the words properly . just change
chords when it feels like you should . )
– – capo 1 – –
intro bassline :
Em C
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– – – – 2 – – – – – 2 – – – – – | – – – – 3 – – – – – 3 – – – – – |
0 – – – – – 0 – 0 – – – 0 – 2 – | 3 – 3 – – – 3 – 3 – – – 3 – 2 – | x4
verse 1 :
G D C
at your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas
you pray to nothing out loud
G Em C
two first names and an ampersand embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel
G D C D
you’re a beautiful and violent work with the skinny neck of a chinese bird
G D
in a fading ancient painting .
Em C G
and if you’re in heaven waiting you made it there fighting
D C D
the tightest kite string in a bad storm with lightning .
chorus :
Em G C/E Em/G
and now these few presidents frowning in my pocket
C Em/B D C G/B D
can persuade no god to let me let you talk .
Em G C/E Em/G
and now these few presidents frowning in my pocket
C G/B D C G/B D
can persuade no god to let me let you off .
G D
even though i haven’t seen you in years
C D Em D C
yours is a funeral i’d fly to from anywhere .
verse 2 :
G D
i thought i had a pebble in my sock
Em C
i pulled it off and shook out a wasp
G D
it stumbled out lost and without a pause
Em C
unstung as i was , still i stomped it .
Em C
i thought “there is no paved street worthy
Em C
of your perfect scandinavian feet . ”
Em C
my crooked chinese fingers groped
Em C D
the machinery of your throat .
Em
repeat chorus , end on “anywhere . ”
( sorry the chord changes don’t line up with the words properly . just change
chords when it feels like you should . )
– – capo 1 – –
intro bassline :
Em C
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– – – – 2 – – – – – 2 – – – – – | – – – – 3 – – – – – 3 – – – – – |
0 – – – – – 0 – 0 – – – 0 – 2 – | 3 – 3 – – – 3 – 3 – – – 3 – 2 – | x4
verse 1 :
G D C
at your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas
you pray to nothing out loud
G Em C
two first names and an ampersand embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel
G D C D
you’re a beautiful and violent work with the skinny neck of a chinese bird
G D
in a fading ancient painting .
Em C G
and if you’re in heaven waiting you made it there fighting
D C D
the tightest kite string in a bad storm with lightning .
chorus :
Em G C/E Em/G
and now these few presidents frowning in my pocket
C Em/B D C G/B D
can persuade no god to let me let you talk .
Em G C/E Em/G
and now these few presidents frowning in my pocket
C G/B D C G/B D
can persuade no god to let me let you off .
G D
even though i haven’t seen you in years
C D Em D C
yours is a funeral i’d fly to from anywhere .
verse 2 :
G D
i thought i had a pebble in my sock
Em C
i pulled it off and shook out a wasp
G D
it stumbled out lost and without a pause
Em C
unstung as i was , still i stomped it .
Em C
i thought “there is no paved street worthy
Em C
of your perfect scandinavian feet . ”
Em C
my crooked chinese fingers groped
Em C D
the machinery of your throat .
Em
repeat chorus , end on “anywhere . ”
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