Finals week...goodie. Subsequent products of listening to old warbly dylemma recordings, touch of insomnia and pushing myself to learn more on guitar than just enough to get by. flavor of the week...bar chords! woot. this is old stuff, new stuff, more stuff.
1. regular = G, Gsus, Em, A // italicized = G, D, C, A // Bold = G, A (D), Bm
I drew you a figure of quiet temptation
nurturing the light, muting the warnings
you offered a heart dark with burden
I knew this, I saved this, I waited, I waited (end on Am7)
and this offered salvation of which I created
your character a detail openly debated
disarmed by a fleeting light
it stood a station of nostalgic temptation
you need another fix tonight; crushed and diluted
just another one of your dirty secrets
you place them upon me like heavy stones
under which I was meant to sink (Am7)
I read that dreams were reflections of reality
and so I stopped to look at the fight
the struggle between the tired inseam
who tells me what's wrong & what's right?
awakened by the philosophy, I stated my miseries
- and stuffed them in a jar
sealed tight with a notion of it's passing
I walked off, wildly laughing
the color of night was in my mind
illuminated by the distance, shadowed by a lonely doubt
homeless in a sense that I've never known
the ringing in my ears, an echo of all my fears
jackals watching, counting the years
my fabled crutch, I can't live without. (ends on G but then C)
outro (G,C/Csus, Em, Dsus2, G)
2. partial credit to Dylan for Pleo inspired lyrics
(5Em, 2Em, Am slide 7Em) --> G,F,Em --> C, Am, Em --> 5Em, 2, 4, 2 --> finish Am, C, Am
Lay me down at the heart of it all
I want to feel the wind in my bones
cracked and marrow leaking
wild daisies beneath me
I won't dream
Clouds hang on strings
strung along by the shifting winds
each day a worn, familiar wake
all arrivals are pre-determined
supplicated by a waking state
this cannot be
I saw your ghost in a hole in the wall
the shadows play tricks but don't we all
strangers bound by memory
such a beautiful place
you'd think I'd want to stay
---
hang high for your hollow ways
the white queen bluffs fakes
the way only your brother holds holy
prayers to gods you never believed in
and deities wavering on lines of existenz
but man builds towers, crumbling towers
so hesitate to exalt his celebrity
---
lay me down in the heart of it all
turbines in states are beginning to wake
when we were born, we too shook hands with robots
kissed their tiny jointed fingers
that responded when I held it
when I say sit, you sit (repeat)
3. general = C, A with G,D, (C,A)
I draw you wild things of sultan rings and crazy queens
you lay in brilliant suns of lives begun and love
she weaves tapestries of crumpled kneed stability
we sit in brutal trinity
pacing in bathrobes, smoking cigarettes
menthols were tolerable then
January howled through that shelter tree
fumbling to say what was really on your mind
thought we'd live in a place by the lake
I write you letters with where I'm at
it was a long flight, a fortnight and a train
your letters from the other side stay tucked away
I drank the blood so you'd think I was strong
bet you'd wanna know it cried out before the cut
the drink was warm, it was salted
I didn't feel a thing
Now it's broken bricks and the giving tree
we're tangled through with rites
she lay her sheath down gracefully
he bulks his armor for the fight
they're two worlds, a parallel (B up one fret, B, D, A)
the lines they almost touch, but... (same plus ending)
4. spanish strum = Am, Em --> F, Am (repeat) then Am, Em with different quickened rhythm
I stubbed my cigarette against the back wall
you fumbled through the contents of your pockets
I guess this will remain
in the typewriter and in the grave
you ask for anger, so I'll give you peace
I guess you don't ask for much
I wanted to be the marrow in your bones
or at least a chapter in the book
greedily I devoured all of your secrets
each story a feather on my wing
you ask for anger, so I'll give you peace
I guess you don't ask for much
I'm crossing borders binding memory and time
you were here yesterday but it's just another stitch in the line
because your ties are determined by allied divisions
constant calls for ceremonious presentations
I guess this will remain
in the typewriter and in the grave
5. G, D (steady rhythm) C, Am, Em (last three lines)
Everytime you let me down
your heart kicks in the beat that leaves me breathless
drum march leads me to a place
of unknown name and space
but you, you know my state
you see right through me
I am finding myself in delicate display
so it's tight twisted, iron grip
split reality, loose lipped
speaking freely, babbling tongues
a child's memory lost and won
rotten gut became my virtue (C)
nursing the mental rage
laying stake to my claims
a hangover I just can't quit
took just one, the bullet bit
sip, sip, gulp, gulp
sweet venom in my veins (C)
brings you home again (Em, Am)
mutes the news prompts
numbs the madness for a little while
sourcing rationality through a diatribe (G,D)
there's rampant addiction as a new religion
and we still can't talk about these days (C)
6. Am/Am7, Em/ Em(lift)
Scars mark skin like tiny external signs of life
and I think your's are pretty great
and really sometimes I'm not sure why
because it just happened (Am)
because I feel like I don't have to try (C, Em)
is greatness marked by a kiss?
is affection enclosed by rules and regulations?
your hand through my hair, a greater testament (Am, Dsus1)
a tiny red stone, a more audible shout (Am, Dsus1)
small infinite worlds, paralled by sadness it brings (C, E, E7)
a reality shadowed by yet liberated from past (C, E, E7)
speak your greviences and I will receive them (Am, Am7, C, D, B)
because the sun sparks every morning (Am, Am7, C, emma chord, E, E7
7. (old - needs melody)
By now I've traced 1,000 steps
avoiding grimy forgotton prints in the muck
and now I'm here, but where am I?
You think it's one way, but you're wrong
I've been finding myself by seeing who I am not
faces and names pass through my life
like a muted TV screen
and I love them all.
but remember your routes
because Karma's a bitch
and no one wants to be an unfounded willow
floating in the space between
time and all you know
even the sweetest tea turns sour
under moons so -
heavy, low and bursting
with unreachable love
her beauty's brimming with boiling gas
overwhelmed by caustic fire and ash
but she brings you light, you can't forget that
well, doesn't she?
8. (way old)
I think it was a Monday...
I gave entrance to my haven
that old tent in the bedroom
empty beer cans and paper clippings
You lay me down on sheets and blankets
what a perfect place we made
the stereo played the mandolin
sunshine burst through nylon stretch
Bristled brushes all around
colored sheets and goose down
I laid your head on my chest
and let my heart do the rest.
9. (old, old. maybe reword/ maybe delete... needs melody)
I once read this book in a funny language
It promised to show me universal truth
I read the lines and in between them too
but still couldn't decide what to believe
Now I may quote its pages
I may even take his word
but these lenses keep changing on me
I barely recognize the earth
then I saw this trippy movie
all their characters cartoon
it told me "look inside your dreamworld"
but another dream I've yet to have
I keep forgetting why I'm here today
taking lovers, wasting time
they keep giving me these silly glasses
so now my world's a shade of pink
I wear those lenses like a rosary
make love in darkness and in light
and when they fall onto the pavement
the tiny mirrors nick my soles
but with every idol comes idle hands
clasped in frozen prayer to their shape
shrieking grievances to blissful starry skies
be still in your being, lay low in the lawn
we will come to your call
tending place where you fall
10. (oldd.. maybe reword. needs melody)
Words fly like paper doves
crispy creatures they be
and animals are we
silent, shaded silhouettes
Perceptions, apprehensions, wounded pride
blinding freckled flesh
can say more as we speak less
like constellation love letters
But flesh sweats
exposing its stench
when constellations turn to -
nights too bright to forget.
Pressed against, swallowed whole
Jonas would be proud
I took it like a man
I didn't say a word
In the belly of the whale
Molars and salted water
Stinging my eyes - red, red, red
I didn't have a name.
Now paper slices fingertips
Once meant to fit with others (of its own kind)
I hope you didn't mind
I stood up for myself this time.
