1. |
Dust
03:17
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6/8 Fmaj7/C - Bb - Gm7/D - C7
Turn up the sound, to drown it all out.
Or shut everything off til there's nothing but
birdsound.
When a bird opens its mouth
No pretty, pretty song comes out,
It's just subtle waves,
Rippling through subtle space.
Bb - Bb - Bb - Am7 - C7 - C7 - C7 - C7
You turn it into the whole world,
All you've ever known,
As far out as your eye can see,
As far back as your memory goes.
People hide in their own ways.
Some hide from others, some hide among others.
I look around.
It's no wonder you need someth to cool you down.
Close your eyes.
It's only ever been your mind,
From the pit in your stomach
To the sands of time.
You turn dust into the whole world,
All you've ever known,
The hottest pan you've ever touched,
The biggest lead you've ever blown
You turn dust into the whole world,
All you've ever known,
The sweetest gift you ever gave,
The brightest light you’ve ever shown.
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2. |
The Porch
03:03
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Fmaj/C - Am7 - Bb
I step outside to try to catch my breath
And find Arianne wrapping up a call.
I say, “Hey, it’s nice to see you,” in a phony, rushed way.
She says, “Hey, I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”
I stutter out a preamble to an apology
But backpedal unaccountably.
I can see her crawling out of her skin,
Dumbstruck I could still make it about me.
Gm7/D
That people tend to think I’m pretty has got me
C7
feeling uglier inside now.
Connor walks up and asks if we’ve seen Jerry.
She says, “No, but I can come help you look for him.”
And I know I’m gonna replay this a thousand times in my mind before I die.
Tie another knot on the discipline.
That people tend to think I’m a good guy has got me feeling uglier inside now.
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3. |
From Somewhere
02:00
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Bb7 - Bb7 - Fm7/C - Ab
The tip of a #2 pencil
Stabbed into your hand.
Still got that lead lodged
In the webbing of your fingers.
If those boys could see you now, they'd
Think you were some pretentious city boy bitch.
And they wouldn't be wrong.
Gm7 - Ab - Ebmaj7/Bb - Gm7 - Ab
You gotta be from somewhere, don't you?
Visiting your dad, feeling better than your hometown. Who are you to say?
Still feeling isolated in rooms full of people,
But at least they're important people now.
You look stable to the outside,
Desperate to stay entertained.
Jumping from work into a podcast,
Thinking about having kids.
You gotta do something with your days, don't you?
You gotta do something to fill the space don't you?
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4. |
The Old Days
02:42
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main-riff: Gmaj7/D - Bm7 - Am7/E - Gmaj7/D
(everywhere unless otherwise noted)
I hear you talking about the old days,
The way it used to be.
Well I knew you back then.
And weren't exactly
Am7 - Gmaj7/D
Overflowing with peace and joy.
You say you want it back to normal.
You want your day at the beach.
Well I surfed with you back then.
You weren't exactly
Am7 - main-riff
Overflowing with good vibes.
Am7 - C - (main-riff)
Not then, not now, maybe never.
Am7/E
As your friend, can I just take some time to
A7/E
remind you it was never really that good for you?
(main-riff)
Feel free to write me off
When we both know you're gonna need something a little bigger (main-riff)
...than a return to the status quo.
Am7 - C - (main-riff)
Right now, right now, maybe forever.
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5. |
Winner
02:33
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Fmaj7/C - Bm7 - Am7/E - Gmaj7/D
The spaceman returns to earth
Presumably to start a book tour.
With that great hill crested, he's glide by from here
To the outside world, but his journey's just begun.
Am7 - Gmaj7 - Bm7 - Fmaj7/C
Because everybody wants to be a hero,
But nobody wants to be just some guy who's been to
space.
Am7/E - Gmaj7/D
The debutante returns to school
A hero from out west.
Pushed over into the lockers.
They remind you they're not impressed.
Because everybody wants to be a winner,
But nobody wants to be that kid from the film.
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6. |
Ambition
02:38
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Gm7 - Fmaj7 - Bb - Fmaj7 - Bb - Am7 - Bb
Suffering comes to me in the form of ambition,
In the shape of a vision
Of people taking undue interest in me.
Suffering comes to me in the form of the future,
In a kidney shaped pool
With an iced tea and no obligations.
C7 - C7 - Bb - Fmaj7
Is everyone one else spinning under the same spell?
Is everyone else waiting to arrive as well?
Is anybody in there underneath the shell?
Is anybody in here? Not as far as I can tell.
Suffering comes to me in the shape of perfection.
In a shaky inflection
As my throat tightens as I speak up at work.
Suffering comes to me as I dwell on that joke I made
That just came off weirdly morbid
And honestly we could've done without.
Is anyone here fine with what they see when they look around?
Is everyone else waiting to arrive as well?
Is anybody in there underneath the show and tell?
Is anybody in here underneath this shell?
...not as far as I can tell.
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7. |
Power Tripping!
02:03
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Cm7 - Gm7 - Bb7 - Fm7/C
We recall Jerry saying, “Place it under your tongue.
It's really not that scary.”
Houses melting in reflections on the lake,
Then up to the prairie.
B aimed a roman candle at us.
We thought that surely he was kidding.
But we all had to run to the woods for cover
When it was clear he was power-tripping.
Ebmaj7/Bb - Ab - Gm7 - Ab
Power-tripping,
A couple immature virgins.
Remember when the world was brimming full of life,
We couldn’t wait to go searching?
Tripping virgins...
Connor said, "To your left, you'll see Degoba....
Wait, does the city always glow that red?”
With the stars falling over our heads,
We were preposterously tiny.
B passing blind on a 2-lane,
We thought that surely he was kidding.
But we all had to fucking white knuckle it
When it was clear he was power-tripping.
Power-tripping,
A couple barefoot kids.
I guess it's been no small miracle
We all made it past 26.
Power tripping...
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8. |
Snakes
02:32
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Am7 - Bb - Am7 - Bb - Fmaj7-C - Bb - Am7 - Bb
I remember me and Jerry, under the dam.
We found hundreds of snakes just lying there.
I'd have written it off as a nightmare
If he didn't share the memory.
We ran back to tell the others,
But they all said they didn't believe.
But they didn't go checking for themselves,
Just in case it was all true.
Fmaj7/C - Gm7/D - C7 - Bb - Fmaj7/C
His dad came by with his old white truck,
And cracked open a Natty Light.
B almost stepped on a copperhead,
Walking out across our lawn.
He jumped quick, and it never struck,
But he still ran right straight home.
His dad came by with a shovel in hand
And chopped it's little head off.
It's eyes were milky, distorted,
In the middle of shedding skin.
Peter found one swimming near the deep end,
And snapped its neck like a little whip. I can still hear it.
His dad came by to borrow my PA,
And he let it get rained on, then he gave me $20.
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9. |
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/// The Dock
6/8
G/C - Am7 - F - Dsus2/F#
Someone’s cousin said down at the dock,
The bride jumped in the lake with her dress on.
It was a moment of pure celebration,
And I wished that I’d been there, too.
Not just to see it,
But to be part of it,
To be involved,
To be in on it.
4/4
F - Dsus2/F#
But I’m always hovering 6 feet away.
I had like 4 missed calls from Connor,
I stepped aside to call him back.
He said, “Come to the parking lot quick,”
And I’d have sworn I heard sirens over Dancing Queen.
Jerry was lying there,
In the bed of his father’s truck.
I wasn’t sure if he was breathing.
I felt the urge to push my hair to the side.
I’m always hovering 6 feet above.
/// The Waiting Room
C/G - A - C/G
We wake up hungover in the waiting room
To the nurse saying, “You can see him now.”
Jerry doesn’t look great, but he’s mostly embarrassed,
Like he’s about to get a talking to.
F - C/G
But somehow we just shoot the shit,
And find a way to laugh about him upstaging the bride.
There’s a pause that’s grows uncomfortably long...
Dsus2/F♯
And Jerry says, “I just feel so fucking guilty every
day of my life…
F
When the world is burning up,
And I’m just getting drunk.
Dsus2/F♯ - F
Drowning in my thoughts, constantly lost.”
C/G - A - C/G
Connor and I just scratch our necks and nod.
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10. |
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/ intro Ebmaj7/Bb - Fm7/C - Dbmaj7/Ab - Dm7b5/Ab
/ v1 (Cm7 - Gm7 - Dbmaj7) x2 - Dm7b5
We didn't ask to be placed here.
We owe them nothing.
Gave us a name and a face here.
They'll tell you that it's better than nothing.
...it's not better than nothing
/ ch 1 (Ebmaj7/Bb - Fm7/C) x3 - F7/C
When it would’ve been better to have never been (x3)
But it's too late now,
So thank fucking God we've got each other.
/ (intro chords)
/ v2
They can’t tell us to save the world now,
Or to make things better.
We inherited a freak show
And an itchy sweater
...with a promise for warmer weather.
/ ch 2
It would’ve been better to have never been (x3)
But it's too late now,
So thank fucking God it won't last forever.
/ post-chorus-2
Dbmaj7 - Dm7b5 - Cm7 - Gm7 - Gbmaj7 - Gm7b5 - Dbmaj7 - Dm7b5
Ebmaj7 - Fm7 - Dbmaj7 - Dm7b5
When you don't know what you want,
But you know it's not whatever they got.
Ebmaj7 - Cm7 - F7 - Ebmaj7
You just grit your teeth and walk
And pray to God it'll work itself out.
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11. |
Gut Feeling
02:45
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Gmaj7/D - Am7 - C - C
You could camp out at your parents' house.
They'd be happy to see you and tell you they told you so.
You'll be happy to agree if it makes you
Feel like you weren't wrong for leaving
Fmaj7/C
All of the sudden.
Is the gnawing In your stomach
Any more solid than the flitters behind your eyes?
You think probably not.
But what can you go on if you can't trust your gut?
It's such a fine line between having faith
And being stuck.
Is this "in sickness"? Are you fairweather?
Do you duck and run at the first sound of distant fire?
Or are you securing your own mask
Before helping others? I'd have thought this thing would at least inflate...
It's such a fine line between sticking it out and staying too late.
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