feelgoodrevolution:

I felt really weird reading it…. Like it somehow was real and I was being a creep by reading it. Anyway, its fiction and it’s kinda funny. 

(Capo 4th fret)

D               F#
Hold on tight beginners mind,
   Bm                 A
The wheel is spinning too
Em                    A
Fast to make your move
    F#              Bm
The worst must be assumed
   D                  F#  
Oh how they'll try to pull and pry 
Bm                 A
Away what you know now
Em                   A
Beat and beat it out 
        F#                        Bm
Leave a drum that makes no sound
  G              F#             Em                    A
A snuff film on a Jumbo-tron for all the world to see

  Em              A
A cocktail napkin epitaph
     D            Bm          
Some psychobabble telegram
 Em                    A
Message written in the sand
   D             Bm
The tide rolls in
Em                  A
Swear you'll do the opposite
   D                 Bm
Of all those tangled hypocrites
    Em             A            D                  
Who say that the experiment has failed
Bm
Don't go there
G
You're getting nowhere
A
You're getting nowhere

D                F#
Stay a while my inner child
    Bm                 A
I'd like to learn your trick
Em                      A       
Know what makes you tick

F#                     Bm
Nurse you when you're sick
   D                   F#
Oh how you've grown so cynical
     Bm                       A
Hard lines carved in your face
    Em                A
The sunshine so cliché 
          F#       Bm 
Just like love and pain
    G                     F#                          Em                 A                   
You tried your best on the Rorschach test but there's just nothing to see

     Em            A   
Heard terabytes of perfect pitch
     D                 Bm
Some universal elegance
Em                        A 
Stack the seventh and the fifth
 D            Bm
Along the grid
Em                      A
Swear you’ll be the opposite
   D               Bm
Of all the stilted hypocrites
    Em                 A           D     Bm                    
You know what made you infamous to them, don't you?
G 
You keep starting over
A
You keep starting over
F#
You keep starting over
Bm
You keep starting over
G
Keep starting over
A
Keep starting over

D               F#
Hold on tight beginners mind
      Bm              A 
The currents far too strong
        Em              A
It will carry you along
            F#                 Bm
Till you're just like everyone

D               F#
Stay a while my inner child
    Bm                A
I'd like to learn your trick
Em                      A       
Know what makes you tick
F#                     Bm
Nurse you when you're sick


G F# Em A

Suddenly everyone is liking & reblogging my From A Balance Beam post =l Yay?

D                                         A
There is a man holding a megaphone, so he must have been the voice of God.
           D7                                  G
The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block.
                     Gm(300230)
Well, they must have been attached to wires. I saw one laying in
    Bm             A
the lawn  with a broken arm,
           A                     D                             A
so I called 911. So that is one less founded opinion. One more cause for a dispute.
        D7                                   G
So the street filled, like a basin, up with cameras and their crews
         Gm                              Bm                                A
and they washed away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth. It was a spectacle.
             A                  D                           A
No, I mean a miracle. So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam.
     D7                        G                               Gm
A gymnasium of eyes were all holding on to me. I lifted one foot to cross the other
       Bm                             A                               A
and I felt myself slipping. It was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes.
Bm                         G                               A
   Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the
        D
planes will align.
                            G                             Gm
There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun
                          Gm
and those little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black sky.

D              D             D            D


             D                            A
It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub I baptized myself in change.
    D7                               G
And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been.
    Gm                               Bm                              A
I emerged to find the parallels were fewer. I was cleansed. I looked in the mirror
            A                               D
and someone new was there. Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece
                 A                           D7
when I was lifted up by someone's hand and delivered from the corner my
     G
enemies had got me in.
       Gm                          Bm                            A
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell
        A
that is myself.
      D                          A                 D7
So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key as it turns in the lock
        G
and the guard will say to me, "Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for
               Bm
this day
                     A                         A
and finally you are free! You are free! You are freezing."
Bm                         G                      A
  Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode. Because a day is
       D
gonna come,
                            G                                     Gm
don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out of here.

Gm
And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked.
And I'll climb that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below.
I'll cut out my love's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green and
then we won't have to worry no more. No we won't ever worry again about how this song
or story ends about how this song and story will end.

D D D

Capo: 3rd fret

Bright Eyes
I Must Belong Somewhere

Intro: C G Am F G
       C G Am F

            C     G    Am          F            G
Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall
            C    G  Am       F      G
Leave the death ledger under city hall
           Am  G  C          F       G        C G Am F G
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today

           C  G   Am          F      G
Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
            C    G    Am            F        G
Leave the birds you killed at your father's feet
         Am  G    C            F        G          C G Am F G
Let the sideways rain and the crooked street remain

           C     G    Am        F      G 
Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel
           C    G   Am        F    G
Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal
          Am G  C            F         G          C G Am F G
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today

                C   G  Am        F          G
Just leave the sad guitar in its hardshell case
           C   G   Am           F       G
Leave the worried look on your lover's face
          Am   G   C          F    G        C G Am F G
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain

   Am                       F
Everything it must belong somewhere
    Am                          F                     G
A train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs
 Am    G       C             F
Everything it must belong somewhere
   G
I know that now, that is why I'm staying here


C G Am F G
C G Am F

           C  G    Am          F          G
Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell
          C G  Am         F       G
Leave the widower in his private hell
          Am G C           F      G        C G Am F G
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today

          C G   Am          F        G
Leave the epic poem on its yellowed page
           C   G  Am         F       G 
Leave the gray macaw in its covered cage
          Am  G    C           F    G         C G Am F G
Let the traveling band on the interstate remain

  Am                          F
Everything it must belong somewhere
       Am                      F                  G
Sound stage in California, televisions in Times Square
 Am    G       C             F
Everything it must belong somewhere
   G                                     Am
I know that now that is why I'm staying here
         F                      G
Yeah, I know that now, that is why I'm staying here


C G Am F G
C G Am F

           C  G   Am           F       G
Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed
           C  G   Am            F      G
Leave the garden tools in that rusted shed
            Am   G  C          F        G       C G Am F G
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today

           C   G    Am          F    G
Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel
           C   G   Am           F         G
Leave the homeless man in that cardboard cell
         Am  G    C           F   G        C G Am F G
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain

  Am                         F
Everything it must belong somewhere
               Am                             F            G
Just like the gold around her finger or the silver in his hair
 Am    G       C             F
Everything it must belong somewhere
   G                                     Am
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here
   F                     G                 C
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

    Em               Am     
In truth the forest hears each sound
       F               G
Each blade of grass as it lies down
      Em                Am
The world requires no audience
      F            Fm
No witnesses, no witnesses


C G Am F G
C G Am F

           C   G    Am           F       G
Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool
           C  G    Am             F        G
Leave the autumn leaves in their swimming pool
           Am   G      C            F         G        C G Am F G
Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today

          C  G  Am         F        G
Leave the novelist in his daydream tune
          C  G  Am          F       G
Leave the scientist in his Rubik's cube
         Am   G  C          F      G        C G Am F G
Let the true genius in the padded room remain

           C  G    Am           F      G
Leave the horse's hair on the slanted bow
           C    G   Am          F    G
Leave the slot machines on the riverboat
           Am  G  C           F    G       C G Am F G
Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today

           C    G     Am           F         G
Leave the hot bright trash in the shopping malls
           C    G  Am       F     G
Leave the hawks of war in their capitol
        Am  G    C            F    G       C G Am F G
Let the organ's moan in the cathedral remain

  Am                         F
Everything it must belong somewhere
                 Am                              F            G
They locked the Devil in the basement, threw God up into the air
 Am    G       C             F
Everything it must belong somewhere
         G                                     Am
And you know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here
     F                   G                   Am E F
You know it's true, why don't you leave me here?



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This is ridiculously fun to play~ My fingers hurt so good~