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Capo 7, 125 bpm
Em G, G C Em
Fear not, the American way
Gather round, and turn your ear away
You got a voice, that you never ever use
but it’s your choice, you can choose to refuse
Am D
I know what you’re about to say
Em Am
But go ahead and say it anyway
Em G, G C Em
You’ll kill us all, in a bloody crash
An empty threat, because you’re better than that
I ought to know, Cuz I was at the wake
the family one, where there’s much more at stake
Am D
I know what you’re about to say
Em Am…
But go ahead and say it anyway…
D Am
You and Ommy again
It’s you and Ommy again
Watch Ommy again
D G…
He topples down the stairs…
Em G, G C Em
We’ll sort the cars, not by ABC’s
I’m kinda lost, I need a spreadsheet please
And who are you, to put those things with her
Nah, I don’t mind, I wish I’d thought of it first
Am D
I know what you’re about to say
Em Am
But go ahead and say it anyway
D G
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2. |
Part of it [rough]
01:31
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Capo 2, 135 bpm
A
Part of it is, the way you make me feel
and part of it is, how none of this is real
Part of it is, how far we go back
and part of it’s the history that we lack
C D G
All that time
Time well spent
So much time
I wonder where it all went
A
Part of it is that we can’t let go
Part of it’s all the things we don’t know
Part of it is letting time fly past
And part of it’s trying to get it all back
C D G
Get it all back
We get it all back
We get it and we get it
never get it all back
A G A G
A
Part of it is I sleep on the left
And part of it is I don’t know where you went
Part of it is all the things that we shout
But most of it’s all the things we leave out
C D G
The things we leave out
The things we leave out
most of it is
the things we leave out
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3. |
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Capo 2, 160 bpm
A D B7 E, E…
E
back when we were young
the closest we could get
to pretend-wrecking our lungs
was a candy cigarette
A
we’d puff on the paper blowing sugary smoke
pretending for a minute that we’d lost all hope
E
it was great
B7 E
for a minute to feel just like them
I rode around the block in a rented Cadillac
waving to my friends in hopes that they’d wave back
as I pulled into the driveway of my mortgaged home
I knew they all believed me, that they did not know
it was great for a minute to feel just like them
A D A7 D, A D B7 E
we went into the woods with a sleeping bag and tent
everything was good and nothing got too wet
the animals all smiled or it seemed to us
we left them all behind and rode home on our bus
it was great for a minute to feel just like them
A D A7 D, A D B7 E
just last Saturday I fell asleep under a tree
surrounded by old friends at the old cemetery
I dreamt that I was lying in the hands of the Lord
feeling safe and warm like I had never before
it was great for a minute to feel just like them
A D A7 D, A D B7 B7 E
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4. |
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135 bpm
B B, B D E, B B, B D E
B B, B D E, B
they wear no pants on the other side of France
when they say dance you get up and dance
and that just don’t seem fair
to call her downstairs
just because her present was the past
A
so we moved
B
to greener
A B
acres
A, G, B
B B, B D E, B B, B D E
we had our share of grays and blues and reds
38 schools to make mush of our heads
and that just don’t seem fair
I never read it nowhere
that where you’re born is where you end up dead
A
so we moved
B
to greener
A B
acres
A
so we moved
B
to greener
A B
acres
A, G, B
B B, B D E, B
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5. |
If it’s the End [rough]
02:00
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130 bpm
E
in my defense
C G
I don’t have a whole lot left and
if I did I’m not sure where I’d spend it yeah
E
a pile of friends
C G
I heard ‘em say c’mon jeff and
he kicked the curb so the kids all left I guess
hold me close to
Am Am Dm E Am
the cinnamon
if it’s the end
find me in the
caravan
if it’s the end
if it’s the end
E
it’s been a while
C G
we should find us a parking lot
see the lights and hear the pops from here
E
you need a smile
C G
when I spit out the seeds I
whistle but a little funnily come hear
Am Am Dm E Am
hold me close I’m
American
if it’s the end
abra- abra-cadabra
if it’s the end
if it’s the end
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6. |
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135 bpm
Em, Em Em
we’re both so close
Em, Am Am
leave me alone
Em, Em Em
a stupid thing to say
Em, Am Am
cuz there’s just no way
Em
well that’s your foot and that’s my bed
you’ll fall asleep and I’ll fart on your
Am
head
Em, Am Am
you’re dead
Em, Em Em
a half-hearted yawn
Em, Am Am
that you don’t even believe
Em, Em Em
I’m playing these songs
Em, Am Am
until you ask me to leave
Em
well that’s your foot and that’s my bed
you’ll fall asleep and I’ll fart on your
Am
head
Em, Am Am
you’re dead
Em, Am Am
Em, Am Am, Em
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7. |
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Capo 7, 125 bpm
Em C Em
Got a friend who
always wants to be
a little smarter than me
he wants to tell me his dreams
And another friend who
sees another way
a good and schneaky way
an always better way
A7sus4 G
Only you, seem to understand
Only you, see the plan
Only you, understand
Em C Em
We say goodbye
to another year
from the oranges
smelling like spilt beer
A7sus4 G
Only you, seem to understand
Only you, see the plan
Only you, understand
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8. |
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140 bpm
E G C A, E G C A
Well, who’s gonna be the butt of all my jokes?
E G Bb A, G
Who’s gonna ride in the big wheel with no spokes?
E G C A, E G C A
Who’s gonna take me where I gotta go?
E G Bb A, G
I’ll tell you what we’re riding, I’ll tell you so you know
C, A
The old green
C, G
machine
E G C A, E G C A
Who’s gonna rescue Jesus from the Jews?
E G Bb A, G
Who’s gonna take me to where he lost his shoes?
E G C A, E G C A
Well, who’s gonna be the butt of all my jokes?
E G Bb A, G
Who’s gonna be my big wheel with no spokes?
C, A
My old green
C, G
machine, my old green machine
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9. |
The Soup [rough]
01:57
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Capo 4, 200 bpm, 3/4
G C D7, G C Em
G C B7 Am
I painted, an exit
sign inside my closet
G C B7 Em
Just, in case
I needed to escape
G C B7 Am
Don’t, think
About it too deeply
G C B7 Em
Cuz it says exit
In the other direction too
G C D7, G C Em
G C B7 Am
Was that, the sound
that called her to the water
G C B7 Em
She heard, her name
the pepper in the soup
G C B7 Am
the sound, the soup
the same soup of the day that
G C B7 Em
led us, down
the path of the chipped tooth
G C D7, G C D7, G C D7, G C Em
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140 bpm
D Am, B7 Em
Am C F C
I don’t know how many girls I’ve seen
in their underwear
it can’t be many but it’s more than one or two
no more than twenty but my favorite one is you
D Am, Em Am
D Am, B7 Em
Am C F C
I could never remember every one
who came down my stairs but I’ll always remember one
you sat at the table just like the other ones
but you’re not just a member you’re the president of the club
D Am, B7 Em
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Capo 1, 110 bpm
F Am, F Em C
F Am
I sent her flowers for the first time in a long time
she sent me spinning out of my mind and I don’t mind
Em G C
I hope to see her through this
F Am
I’m gonna call her in a few days when our moods change
I’ll take your huffy down to her place and maybe we’ll race
Em G C
and I know we can do it
F Am
and there’s no plan but to jump man so jump
if you feel a hand in the golden sand just jump
flingin’ Gloria toward the well well oh well
the dog’s kitty and the cat is Puddy but just ring the bell
Em G C
don’t be stupid
no don’t be stupid
F, Am, F, Am
Em G C
there’s no t in stupid
there’s no t in stupid
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12. |
My Dice Throw [rough]
01:19
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150 bpm
B B, E, G F#
when mister chuck stops by to expand some more
or the duke of insurance tries to settle the score
like when Donovan showed on the Fourth of July
just as Conrad made it to the outside
B, F# (A F#)
of the glass it’s my dice throw
she went spazz it’s my dice throw
B B, E, G F#
the dostus line up, misunderstood.
they pass the torch… are they up to no good?
the dostus line up… up to no good
they pass the torch, are they misunderstood?
B, F# (A F#)
I know it’s my dice throw
I know it’s my dice throw
B B, E, G F#
the smartest of the inuit
still gets called an idiot
one more booze set then I’m onto the weed
the bird poop bends so now I’ll never leave
B, F# (A F#)
say what you want it’s my dice throw
I give it all I got it’s my dice throw
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King Everything Pendleton, New York
Loud & quiet; odd & ordinary; mysterious & straightforward; vague & clear; joyous & angry; fast & slow; messy & organized; simple & complicated; succinct & wordy; energetic & lackadaisical; continuous & disjointed; hopeless & rosy; new & familiar.
King Everything recommends:
So good! Consistent, intelligent songs. Made a new album each month for the first quarter of 2013. Hope he keeps it up!
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