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PURE COMEDY [2017] — FATHER JOHN MISTY ### FULL ALBUM CHORDS ### It has been a real treat learning this album, studying it closely and learning every chord and lyric in the entire thing. I plan on writing a lengthy review of the album soon, but for now I wanted to start with this. ============================================= 1. Pure Comedy

INTRO

[hns.] C Dm7 C/E C Dm7 C/E

^N.C."At six" [pno.] ^Db/F "...for some reason^G7b9 when I go to the app^N.C."

VERSE I

^Adim7 The comedy of man s^Ab/Ctarts like this: Dadd#11 A Our brains are way too big for our mother's hips And so ^A7nature, She divines this al^Eternative: We e^G#7merge, half-formed, and hope whoever greets us on the ^A7other end Is ^A7kind enough to fill us in,^E And babies, that's ^A7pretty much how it's been ever since^E.

^Adim7Now the miracle of birth leaves a few ^Ab/Cissues to address Dadd#11 A Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient So somebody's ^A7gotta go kill something while I ^Elook after the kids I'd do it ^G#7/B#myself, but what, are you gonna to get this ^A7thing it's milk? He says as ^A7soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch^E It's hard not to ^A7fall in love with something so helpl^Eess Ladies, I ^A7hope we don't end up regretting this^E

CHORUS I

^EComedy,^E7 now that's what I call pure ^Acomedy ^A7 Just wait until the part where ^G#mthey start to believe They're at the ^G#mcenter of everything And some all^A6-powerful be^Aing Endowed this ^B6horror show with ^Bmeanin^B6g ^B Oh, their ^Ereligions are the best ^E7 They worship themselves yet they're ^Atotally obsessed ^A7 With risen zombies, celestial ^G#mvirgins, magic tricks These unbe^G#mlievable outfits And they get ^A6terribly upset^A When you ^B6question their sacred ^Btexts Written by ^B6woman-hating epilep^Btics

BRIDGE

Their ^A7languages just serve to confuse them Their con^Am7fusion somehow makes them more sure They build ^A7fortunes poisoning their offspring And hand out ^Am7prizes when someone patents the cure Where did they ^AM7find these goons they elected to rule them? What makes these ^Am7clowns they idolize so remarkable? These mammals are ^A7hell-bent on fashioning new gods So they can ^Am7go on being godless animals

INTERLUDE

Amaj7#11 Ab/C Dadd#11 A7 [saxes] A9 E G#7 A7

CHORUS II

^A7 Oh ^Ecomedy,^E7 their illusions they've no ^Achoice but to believe ^A7 Their horizons that just ^G#mforever recede And how's ^G#mthis for irony: Their i^F#m7dea of being free is a p^B6rison of be^Bliefs That they ^B6never ever have to l^Beave Oh ^Ecomedy,^E7 oh it's like something that a ^Amadman would conceive! ^A7 The only thing that seems to ^G#mmake them feel alive Is the ^G#mstruggle to survive But the only t^F#m7hing that they request Is something ^B6to numb the pain ^Bwith Until there's ^B6nothing human ^Bleft

OUTRO

Just random ^Amatter suspended in the dark I hate to say it^Am, but each other's all we've got ------------------------------------------------- 2. Total Entertainment Forever

INTRO

Bb Gb Ab Bb Bb

VERSE

^BbBedding Taylor ^GbSwift every ^Fnight inside the Oculus ^GmRift After ^Fmister and the ^Gmmissus finish ^Dmdinner and the ^Fdishes And now the ^Bbfuture's defin^Gbition is so much ^Fhigher than it was last ^Gmyear It's like the ^Fimages have all become ^Gmreal And someone's living my ^Dmlife for me out in the ^Fmirror

CHORUS

No, ^Bbcan you believe how ^D7far we've ^Gmcome? ^FIn the new ^Gmage Freedom to ^D7have what you ^Ebwant In the ^Bbnew age we'll all be ^D7enter^Gmtained ^FRich or ^Gmpoor, the channels are ^D7all the ^Ebsame You're a ^Bbstar now, baby, so ^D7dry your ^Gmtears You're ^Fjust like ^Gmthem Wake on up from the ^D7night^Ebmare

^FNa, na na, na, na na, na na, na na ^F7Na, na na, na, na na, na na, na na Come ^Bbon, ^Foh,^Gm ^Foh,^Gm o^D7h ^Eb

BRIDGE

No go^Cmds to rule us No dr^F7ugs to soothe us No my^D7ths to prove stuff No ^Eblove to confuse us Not ^Fbad for a race of demented monkeys From a ^F7cave to a city to a permanent party Come ^Bbon, ^D7oh,^Gm ^Foh,^Gm o^D7h ^Eb

[INSTRUMENTAL: sax solo] Bb D7 Gm F Gm D7 Eb

OUTRO

When the his^Bbtorians find us we'll be ^D7in our ^Gmhomes Plugged in^Fto our ^Gmhubs Skin and ^D7bone^Ebs A ^Bbfrozen smile on ^D7every ^Gmface As the ^Fstories re^Gmplay This must have been a ^D7wonderful ^Ebplace ------------------------------------------------- 3. Things It Would Have Been Helpful to Know Before The Revolution

INTRO

Am6 D7 Am6 D7 Am6 D7 Am6 D7

VERSE I

^D7 It got too hot and so we ^Coverthrew the ^Am7system 'Cause there's no ^Cplace for human ex^Am7istence like right ^D7here On this ^Fbright blue ^B7marble ^Corbited by ^Am7trash Man, ^Cthere's no beating ^Am7that It was no big ^C#m7b5thing to give up the way of life we ^Am6had,^D7 ^Am6oh ^D7 ^D7 My social life is now ^Cquite a bit less ^Am7hectic The ^Cnightlife and the ^Am7protests are pretty sc^D7arce Now I mostly ^Fspend the ^B7long days ^Cwalking through the ^Am7city ^CEmpty as a ^Am7tomb Sometimes I ^C#m7b5miss the top of the ^CM7food chain But what a perfect afternoon

Am6 D7 Am6 D7 - - -

BRIDGE

^EmIndustry and commerce toppled to their knees ^C#m7b5The gears of progress halted, the underclass set free ^CM7The super-ego shatters with our ideologies The obscene in^C#m7b5junction to enjoy life ^C#m7b5Disappears as in a dream And as we ^CM7return to our native state, to our primal scene The tempera^Am6ture, it started dropping The ice floes began to fr^Am6eeze ^D7 ^Am6 ^D7

Am6 D7 Am6 D7

VERSE II

^D7 From time to time we all ^Cget a bit ^Am7restless With no one ^Cadvertising ^Am7to us constant^D7ly But the tribe at the ^Fformer ^B7airport Some ^Cnights has meat and ^Am7dancing If you don't mind ^Cgathering and ^Am7hunting We're all still ^C#m7b5pretty good at eating on the ^CM7run Things it would have been helpful to know before the revolu^Am6tion ^D7 ^Am6 ^D7 ^D7 Though I'll admit some degree^C of re^Am7sentment For the sudden l^Cack of con^Am7venience around ^D7here But there are some ^Fvisionaries a^B7mong us de^Cveloping some ^Am7products To ^Caid us in our ^Amstruggle to sur^D7vive On this ^C#m7b5godless rock that refuses to ^Cdie ------------------------------------------------- 4. Ballad of the Dying Man

INTRO

F FM7 F7 Bb F/A Gm7 G#dim7 Gm7 -

VERSE I

^F Naturally the dying ^Dmman ^Ebwonders to him^Gmself: ^F Has commentary been more ^Dmlucid ^Ebthan anybody ^Gmelse? And ^Amhad he successfully beaten back the ^F7rising tide Of idiots, ^Dmdilettantes, and fools ^C#+ On his watch while ^G#dim7he was a^Gm7live? ^F Lord, just^G#dim7 a little more ^Dbtime^Dm

[REFRAIN]

Oh, ^Fin ^FM7no ^F7time at all This'll be the ^Bbdis^F/Atant ^Gm7past, ^G7ooh ^Gm7

VERSE II

^F So says the dying ^Dmman, "^EbOnce I'm in the ^Gmbox ^F Just think of all the over^Dmrated ^Ebhacks running ^Gmamok And all of the pre^Amtentious, ignorant voices that will ^F7go unchecked The homophobes, ^Dmhipsters, and one percent" ^C#+ The false feminists he'd ^G#dim7managed to ^Gm7detect ^F Oh, who ^G#dim7will critique them once he's ^Dbleft^Dm?

[REFRAIN]

Oh, ^Fin ^FM7no ^F7time at all This'll be the ^Bbdis^F/Atant ^Cpast

BRIDGE

^AbWhat he'd give for ^C7one more day to ^Frate and analy^Bbze The ^Gm7world made in his ^C7image as of ^Fyet to real^Bbize What a ^Dmmess to ^Gm7leave be^C7hind

VERSE III

^F Eventually the dying ^Dmman ^Ebtakes his final ^Gmbreath ^F But first checks his news feed ^Dmto see ^Ebwhat he's 'bout to ^Gmmiss And it oc^Amcurs to him a little late ^F7in the game We leave as ^Dmclueless as we came ^C#+ From rented heavens to the ^G#dim7shadows in the ^Gm7cave ^F We'll all be ^G#dim7wrong some^Dbday ^Dm

OUTRO

Oh, ^Bboh ^F/A ^Gm7 ^BbOh-^F/Aoh, ^Gm7oh

^Bb ^F/A ^Gm7 [x4] Bb Dm7 Gm7 Bb Am7 Gm7 - ------------------------------------------------- 5. Birdie

INTRO

[pno.] G C7 Fsus F G C7 Fsus F

VERSE I

^GTake off, little winge^C7d crea^Fsusture ^F It's nothing but ^Gteens in ravines And ^C7antics on concrete down ^Fsushere ^F Are you ^Greally as free as all the ^C7great songs would have me ^Fsusbeliev^Fe? Let me tell you why ^Gsome day, birdie, you're gonna ^C7envy ^Fsusme ^F

CHORUS

^BbSome dream of a ^G7/Bworld written in ^Cmline^Bbs of ^Fcode Well, I hope they ^Gengineer out politics, ^C7romance, and edifice Two outta ^Fsusthree ain't bad^F ^BbSome envision a ^G7/Bstate governed by ^Cmlaws of ^Bbbusi^Fness ^GMerger and acquisition instead of ^C7violence on nations Where do ^FsusI sign up? ^F

Cm Bb F Cm Bb F G C7 Fsus F G C7 Fsus F

VERSE II

^FTake off, little winged^C7 crea^Fsusture ^F It's nothing but ^Gfallen debris, ^C7strollers, and babies down ^Fsushere ^F And you may be ^Gup in the sky But ^C7our paradigms are just as ^Fsusdeep and just as wide^F What with all ^Gour best attempts at ^C7transcendence Something's^Fsus bound to take^F

CHORUS

Soon, ^Bbwe'll live in a ^G7/Bglobal culture de^Cmvoid of ^Bbgender or ^Frace There's just ^Gone tiny line: You're either ^C7born behind or you're free ^Fsusto peek inside^F ^BbLife as just ^G7/Bnarrative, meta^Cmdata in ^Bbaggre^Fgate Where the ^Genigma of humanity's ^C7wrapped up finally That as they^Fsus say is that ^F

OUTRO

Oh, that day ^Cmcan't come ^Bbsoon e^Fnough It'll ^Cmbe so ^Bbglori^Fous When they ^Cmfinally ^Bbfind out what's ^Fbugging us ------------------------------------------------- 6. Leaving L.A.

INTRO

Bb Eb F Bb/F F Eb Bb

VERSE I

^Bb I was living ^Ebon the ^Fhill^Bb/F ^F ^F7 By the water tower and ^Ebhiking ^Bbtrails And when the big one hit I’d ^Ebhave a ^Fsea^Bb/Ft ^F To watch masters abandon their dogs and^Eb dogs run ^Bbfree ^DmOh baby, it’s ^Am7b5time to ^Gmleave Take the ^Fvan and the hearse down to ^EbNew Or^Bbleans ^DmLeave under the gaze of the ^Am7b5billboard ^Gmqueens Five-foot ^Fchicks with parted lips selling ^Ebsweatshop ^Bbjeans

VERSE II

^Bb These L.A. phonies and their ^Ebbullshit ^Fbands^Bb/F ^F ^F7 That sound like dollar signs and ^EbAmy ^BbGrant So reads the pull quote from my last ^Ebcover ^Fpiece^Bb/F ^F ^F Entitled "The Oldest Man in ^EbFolk Rock ^BbSpeaks” You can ^Dmhear it all over the ^Am7b5airwav^Gmes The manu^Ffactured gasp of the ^Ebfinal ^Bbdays Someone should ^Dmtell them ‘bout the time that ^Am7b5they don’t ^Gmhave To praise the ^Fglorious future and the ^Ebhopeless ^Bbpast

VERSE III

^Bb A few things the songwriter ^Fneed^Bb/Fs ^F ^F7 Arrows of love, a mask of ^Ebtrage^Bbdy But if you want ecstasy or ^Ebbirth con^Ftro^Bb/Fl ^F Just run the tap until the ^Ebwater’s ^Bbcold ^DmAnything else you can ^Am7b5get on^Gmline A cre^Fation myth or a ^Eb.45 ^Bb You're going to ^Dmneed one or the other ^Am7b5to sur^Gmvive Where only the ^Farmed or the funny make it ^Ebout a^Bblive

VERSE IV

^Bb Mara taunts me 'neath the ^Ftree^Bb/F ^F ^F7 She's like, "Oh great, that's just what ^Ebwe all ^Bbneed Another white guy in 20^F17 ^Bb/F ^F Who takes himself so goddamn ^Ebserious^Bbly." She's ^Dmnot far off, the ^Am7b5strange thing ^Gmis That's pretty much ^Fwhat I thought when I ^Ebstarted ^Bbthis It took me ^Dmmy whole life to learn to ^Am7b5play the ^GmG But the role of ^FOedipus was a ^Ebtotal ^Bbbreeze

VERSE V

^Bb Still I dreamt of garnering all^Bb/D rave^Eb re^Fview^Bb/Fs ^F ^F7 Just believably a little north of ^EbGod's own ^Bbtruth "He's a national treasure now, and ^Ebhere's the ^Fproof In the form of his major ^Eblabel de^Bbbut" A ^Dmlittle less human with ^Am7b5each re^Gmlease Clo^Fsing the gap between the ^Ebmask and ^Bbme I ^Dmswear I'll never do this, but is ^Am7b5it oka^Gmy? Don't want to ^Fbe that guy but it's my ^Ebbirth^Bbday If everything ^Fends with the photo then I'm ^Ebon my ^Bbway

INTERLUDE

^BbOh-^Fhoh^F7, oh^Eb-ho^Bbh, oh-^Fho^F7b9h, oh^Eb-ho^Bbh

VERSE VI

^Bb I watched my old gods all col^Flaps^Bb/Fe ^F ^F7 Were way more violent than my ^Ebcartoon ^Bbpast It's like my father said before he ^Fcroaked^Bb/F: ^F "Son, you're killing me, and ^Ebthat's all ^Bbfolks." So ^Dmwhy is it I'm ^Am7b5so dis^Gmtraught That ^Fwhat I'm selling is ^Ebgetting ^Bbbought? At ^Dmsome point you just ^Am7b5can't con^Gmtrol What ^Fpeople use your ^Ebfake name ^Bbfor

VERSE VII

^Bb So I never learned to play the lead gui^Ftar ^Bb/F ^F ^F7 I always more preferred the ^Ebspeaking ^Bbparts Besides there's always someone willing ^F7to ^Bb/F ^F ^F/A Fill up the spaces that I ^Ebcouldn't ^Bbuse Nonethe^Dmless, I've been practicing ^Am7b5my whole ^Gmlife Washing ^Fdishes, playing drums, and ^Ebgetting ^Bbby Until I ^Dmfigured, if I'm here then ^Adim7I just ^Gmmight Conceal my ^Flack of skill here in the ^Ebspot^Bblight Maya, the ^Fmother of illusions, a ^Ebbeard, and ^BbI

VERSE VIII

^Bb 2000 years or so since Ovid ^Ftaught^Bb/F ^F Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, ^Ebdirty ^Bbtalk And I'm merely a minor fascination ^Fto Manic virginal lust and ^Ebcollege ^Bbdudes I'm beg^Dminning to begin to ^Am7b5see the ^Gmend Of how it ^Fall goes down between ^Ebme and ^Bbthem Some ^Dmten-verse chorus-less ^Am7b5diatri^Gmbe Plays as they ^Fall jump ship, "I used to ^Eblike this ^Bbguy This new shit ^Freally kinda makes me ^Ebwanna ^Bbdie"

INTERLUDE

^BbOh-^F/Ahoh ^Gm ^F ^F7Oh-h^Eboh ^Bb ^BbOh-^F/Ahoh ^Gm ^F7 ^F7Oh-h^Eboh ^Bb Bb

VERSE IX

^Bb My first memory of music's ^Ffrom^Bb/F ^F The time at JCPenney's ^Ebwith my ^Bbmom The watermelon candy I was choking ^F7on ^Bb/F ^F Barbara screaming, "Someone ^Ebhelp my ^Bbson!" I re^Dmlive it most times the ^Am7b5radio's ^Gmon That "^Ftell me lies, sweet little ^Ebwhite lies" ^Bbsong That's when I ^Dmfirst saw the comedy ^Am7b5won't stop ^Gmfor Even ^Flittle boys dying in de^Ebpartment ^Bbstores

VERSE X

^Bb So we leave town in total si^F7lence^Bb/F ^F7 New Year's Day, it's 6 o'clock A.^BbM. I've never seen Sunset this aban^Fdoned^Bb/F ^F Reminds me predictably of ^Ebthe world's ^Bbend ^DmIt'll be good to get more ^Gmspace God ^Fknows what all these ^Ebsuckers ^Bbpaid ^DmI can stop drinking and you can ^Am7b5write your ^Gmscript But what we ^Fboth think now is...^Eb6/9 ------------------------------------------------- 7. A Bigger Paper Bag

INTRO

Ab Gm11 Bb Dm7/A Ab Gm11 Bb Dm7/A Cm Cm/Bb F/A Abm6 Ab

VERSE I

^AbDance like a ^Eb/Gbutterfly and ^Bbdrink like a ^F/Afish If you're ^Abbent on taking ^Eb/Gdemons down with ^Bbonly your ^F/Afist And I've ^Cmnever known ^Cm/Bbanyone who could ^F/Alose himself in a bigger paper ^Abm6bag ^Ab The ^Abweaker the ^Eb/Gsignal, the ^Bbsweeter the ^F/Anoise Hunching ^Abover an ^Eb/Ginstrument that ^Bbyou now em^F/Aploy Like the ^Cmstarvation ^Cm/Bbarmy needs a ^F/Amarching piano in the ^Abm6band ^Ab ^AmAre you ^Abfeeling ^Fused? ^D7I do

CHORUS I

Oh, ^EbI was ^G7pissing ^F7on the ^Abflame Like a ^Ebchild with ^G7cash or a ^F7king on co^Abcaine I've got the ^Ebworld by the ^G7balls Am I sup^F7posed to be^Abhave?

[POST-CHORUS]

^Ab ^Bb/AbWhat a ^Gfraud What a ^Gmcon You're the ^Abm6only ^Fone I ^Ablove^G [keys] Cm/Bb Am7b5

VERSE II

It's ^Abeasy to as^Eb/Gsume that you've ^Bbbuilt some rap^F/Aport With a ^Absomeone who only ^Eb/Glikes you for what you ^Bblike yourself ^F/Afor Okay, ^Cmyou be my ^Cm/Bbmirror but re^F/Amember there are only a few ^Abm6angles I tend to pre^Abfer I'm ^Amonly ^Abhere to ^Fser^D7ve

CHORUS II

Oh, ^EbI was ^G7pissing ^F7on the ^Abflame Like a ^Ebchild with ^G7cash or a ^F7king on co^Abcaine I've got the ^Ebworld by the ^G7balls Am I sup^F7posed to be^Abhave? Oh, ^EbI was ^G7dancing '^F7round the ^Abflame Like a ^Ebhigh-wire ^G7act with a "^F7who, me?" ^Abface I was ^Ebliving on ^G7nothing but ^F7water and ^Abcake

[POST-CHORUS]

^Ab ^Bb/AbWhat a ^Gfraud What a ^Gmcon You're the ^Abm6only ^Fone I ^Ablove ^AbOne I ^Flove, ^Abone I ^Flove ^G ------------------------------------------------- 8. When the God of Love Returns There Will Be Hell to Pay

INTRO

D G/D D G/D D

VERSE I

When the god of ^G/Dlove re^Dturns there'll be ^G/Dhell to ^Dpay Though the worl^A/C#d may ^Bmbe out of ex^Dcuses I know ju^G/Dst what I would ^Dsay: Let the ^G/Dseven trumpets ^Dsound as a locust ^G/Dsky grows ^Ddark But first ^A/C#let's ^Bmtake you on a ^Dquick tour of your ^G/Dcreation's handi^Dwork^G/D ^D Barely got through the ^G/Dprisons and ^Dstores And the pale horse ^G/Dlooks a little sic^Dk Says, "Jesus, you didn't ^Bmleave a whole lot for me If this ^Disn't hell already then ^G/Dtell me, what the hell ^Dis?"^G/D ^D

CHORUS I

And we say^F#7 it's just human,^Am7 human nature ^G This place is savage and unjus^Bmt ^F#7 We crawled out of the darkness ^Am7 And endured your impatience ^G We're more than willing to adjust^Bm And now you've got the ^G#dim7gall to judge us^D/A ^A ^A7

VERSE II

The spider ^G/Dspins his ^Dweb, the tiger ^G/Dstalks his ^Dprey And we ^A/C#steal ^Bmfire from the ^Dheavens to try to keep^G/D the night at bay^D ^G/D ^D Every monster ^G/Dhas a ^Dcode One that steadies the ^G/Dshaking ^Dhand And he's de^Bmtermined to accrue more ^Dcapital By what^G/Dever means he ^Dcan ^G/D ^D

CHORUS II

Oh,^F#7 it's just human,^Am7 human nature ^G We've got these appetites to serv^Bme ^F#7 You must not know the first thing^Am7 about human beings ^G We're the earth's most soulful predato^Bmr Try something less am^G#dim7bitious the next time you get bored^D/A Oh, my ^ALord ^A7

OUTRO

We just want ^G/Dlight in the ^Ddark Some ^G/Dwarmth in the ^Dcold And to make ^Bmsomething out of ^Dnothing Sounds like ^G/Dsomeone else I know^D ------------------------------------------------- 9. Smoochie

INTRO

F Am Gm Am F Am Gm Am

VERSE I

^FWhen my ^Ampersonal ^Gmdemons^Am are ^Fscreami^Amng ^Gm ^Am And ^Fwhen my ^Amdoor of ^Gmmadness ^Amis half-^Fopen^Am ^Gm

CHORUS I

^Bb You stand^D7 along^Gmside ^Bb And say something ^D7to the effect that ^Gmeverything'll be ^F7Alr^BbM7ight ^D7soo^Gmn, ^Bb/F ^Amsmoo^Gmchie F Am Gm Am F Am Gm Am

VERSE II

^FCha^Amos ^Gm at^Amtends to ^Fcreation^Am ^Gm ^Am And ^Fwhen the ^Amshadows in^Gmside me ^Amvie for at^Ftentio^Amn ^Gm

CHORUS II

^Bb You stand^D7 along^Gmside ^Bb And say something ^D7perfect like "con^Gmcealment feeds the fear" And hand me a ^F7sea peach^BbM7 And say, "^D7Come, come over ^Gmher^Bb/Fe, ^Amsmoo^Gmchie"

OUTRO

F Am Gm Am F Am Gm Am F Am Gm Am F Am Gm Am F ------------------------------------------------- 10. Two Wildly Different Perspectives

INTRO

F Em7 F Em7

VERSE I

^G One side ^Csays ^G"Y'all go to ^Chell." ^G The other says "^CIf I believed in ^FGod, I'd send you ^Emthere." But either ^Fway we make some ^Emspace In the ^Fhell that we creat^Eme On both ^Gside^Cs ^G ^C

VERSE II

^G One side ^Csays ^G"Kill 'em all.^C" ^G The other says "^CLine those killers ^Fup against the ^Em9wall." But ^FM7either way some blood is she^Em9d Thanks to our ^FM9coopera^Em9tion On both ^Gside^Cs, on both ^GM7side^Cs

VERSE III

^G One side ^Csays ^G"Man, take what's ^Cyours!" ^G The other says "^CLive on no more ^Fthan you can af^Em7ford." But either ^Fway we just pos^Em7sess And every^Fone ends up with ^Em7less On both ^Gside^Cs ^G ^C On both ^Gside^Em7s F Em ------------------------------------------------- 11. The Memo

INTRO

VERSE I

^C I'm gonna steal some bedsheets ^F From an ampu^Ctee ^C I'm gonna mount em on a canvas In the ^D7middle of the galle^G7ry ^F I'm gonna tell every^Fm6body It was ^Ampainted by a ^Am/Gchimpan^D7/F#zee ^AmJust between ^Am/Gyou and ^D7/F#me Here at the ^Gcultural low watermark If it's ^G7fraud or art They'll pay you to be^Clieve

VERSE II

^C I'm gonna take five young dudes ^F From white fami^Clies ^C I'm gonna mount 'em on a billboard In the ^D7middle of the count^G7ry ^F I'm gonna tell every^Fm6body They sing like ^Amangels with ^Am/Gwhiter ^D7/F#teeth But ^Amjust between ^Am/Gyou and ^D7/F#me They're just like the ^Gones before With their standards lower Another ^G7concert-goer will pay you to be^Clieve

CHORUS

Oh, ^Fcaffeine in the morning, ^Calcohol at night ^FCameras to record you and mirrors^C to recognize And as the ^Amworld is getting smaller, ^Am/Gsmall things ^D7/F#take up all your time Narcissus ^Amwould have had a field day ^Am/Gif he^D7/F# could have got online And friends it's ^Gnot self-love that ^G7kills you It's when ^Amthose who hate you are al^D7/F#lowed To sell you that ^Gyou're a glorious ^G7shit The entire ^Amworld revolves a^D7/F#round And that you're the ^Geater, no not the ^G7eaten But that your ^Amhunger will only ^D7/F#cease If you come ^Gbinge on radiant ^G7blandness At the ^Amdispos^Am/Gable ^D7/F#feast

BRIDGE

^D7/F# [You're enjoying the chill winter playlist] Just ^FM7quickly how would you ^Dm9rate yourself [Indie Brunch] In terms of ^FM7sex appeal and cultural sig^Dm9nificance? [Irony, irony, blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blo0 Do you ^Bb9usually listen to music like this? [Just one more mile, you can do it again] Can we ^Bb9recommend some similar artists? [This is totally the song of my summer] Are you ^Gmfeeling depressed? [This guy just gets me] But your feedback's ^Gbimportant to ^Bb/Fus [Music is my life]

VERSE III

^C Gonna buy myself a sports team ^F And put 'em in a ^Cpit ^C I'm gonna wage the old crusade ^D7 Against conscious^G7ness ^F All I need's a couple ^Fm6winners To get every ^Amloser to ^Am/Gfight in ^D7/F#it Keep the ^Amgolden calf Just need the^Am/G bull^D7/F#shit And they won't just ^Gsell themselves into slavery They'll get ^G7on their knees and pay you to be^Clieve ------------------------------------------------- 12. So I'm Growing Old on Magic Mountain

INTRO

VERSE I

^A7 That was the last ^G7New Year I'll ever ^Fsee^Bb I wanna ^Fstay on that magic ^Bbmountain With lost ^Fsouls and beautiful ^Bbwomen ^GmI drank some of Farmer's ^Bbpot^Fion And we were ^Gmmoving in slow ^Bbmot^Fion

CHORUS

The ^Bbslower, the ^Fbetter The ^Bbslower, the ^Dm7better ^Gm 'Cause there's no one ^Gmold on magic ^Bbmoun^Ftain There's no one ^Gmold, old on magic ^Bbmoun^Ftain

VERSE II

^A7 And that was the very ^G7last barn I'm burn^Fing ^Bb So for now ^Feveryone is ^Bbdancing As if it's ^Fany time but the ^Bbpresent So for now ^Gmevery young thing ^Bbin my ^Fpath I'll hold their ^Gmface so long in^Bbside my ^Fhands

CHORUS II

The ^Bblonger, the ^Fbetter The ^Bblonger, the ^Dm7better ^Gm 'Cause there's no one ^Gmold on magic ^Bbmoun^Ftain There's no one ^Gmold, old on magic ^Bbmoun^Ftain

VERSE III

^A7 The wine has all been ^G7emptied, the smoke has ^Fclear^Bbed As people ^Ffile back to the ^Bbvalley On the ^Flast night of life's ^Bbparty These days the ^Gmyears thin till I can't re^Bbmem^Fber Just what it ^Gmfeels like to be young ^Bbfore^Fver

CHORUS III

So the ^Bblonger I ^Fstay here The ^Bblonger there's no ^Dm7future ^Gm So I'm growing ^Gmold on magic ^Bbmoun^Ftain I'm growing ^Gmold, old on magic ^Bbmoun^Ftain

[INSTRUMENTAL—OUTRO] A7 G7 F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Gm F Bb F Bb F Bb

^F ^Bb ^F ^Bb ^F ^Bb[gtr overtone] F Bb F Bb ^F[win^Bbd-dow^Fn, p^Bbno] F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bbsus2 ^F[his^Bbs, sy^Fnth]^Bb F Bb F Bb F Dm7 F Bb F/A Dm7 ^F ^Bb[volu^Fme u^Bbp, vibraphone] F Bb F Gm ------------------------------------------------- 13. In Twenty Years or So

INTRO

G7 Bbm6 F7 Dm6/F F7 Dm6/F

VERSE I

^G9 What's there to lose For a ghos^Bbmt in a cheap rental suit ^F7Clinging to a rock that is ^Dm6/Fhurtling through ^F7space^Dm6/F? ^G9 And what's to regret For a ^Bbmspeck on a speck on a speck Made more ri^F7diculous the more ^Dm6/Fserious he ^F7gets?^Dm6/F Oh, it's ^Ceasy to forget

INTERLUDE

C Gm7 C Gm9 C FM7 G/F Dm9 F G/F Dm9

VERSE II

^G Oh, I read ^Amsomewhere Fadd#11 F That in twenty years Fadd#11 F More or less Fadd#11 C Gm7 F Bb/F This human experiment will reach its violent end ^Bb/F But I look at ^Fyou ^Bb/F As our second drinks arri^Fve ^Bb/F The piano player's playing "^FThis Must Be the Place" And it's a ^Cmiracle to be a^Gm7live One more ^Ftime^Bb/F ^F

OUTRO

^Am11 There's nothing to ^Gm7fear ^F ^Am11 There's nothing to ^Gm7fear ^F ^Am11 There's nothing to ^Gm7fear ^F [strings] F G

^Em11 [[The^GM9 last ^Am11three chords are all clusters, with ]] [[all of the notes of a D Major scale in the ]] [[first two and of an A dorian scale in the last.]]

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