Standard (EADGBE)
As far as stories go, mine is the best one that I know,
Though its the only one I really know so, well, you know
And yet as time goes on and on, slips left or right side up or down
I fear I feel even my own ink quickly draining
Out with it then! Before my pen is sucked in old age white and thin
I scrawl for sins and salva tions, reflections fading
And though its so hard to detail it is quite simple to sum it:
I went to bed brass and I woke up a trumpet.
[hold, still] And Im playing A God now, tumbling dice
Im thinking D once, not A twice
Im thinking D big, not A nice, nece E ssarily.
Ive got a D plan, but its my A own.
Im sick of D death and flesh and A bone.
Im thinking D all you people, A all of you, are just E scaring me.
So here I D go, I boot the F#m road,
I smash the D gravel under F#m toe
I turn the D moon around and F#m show the sun a E thing or two
Im dodging D God, Im made to E move,
A hungry D hound dogs twitching A tooth,
Im rear D ranging battle A maps they drew at E Waterloo!
I am no D Fathers fool
Claim E no vessel nor tool
At best mu D tinys crew
Itself a E jab at Zeus
What was I F#m telling you?...
What was I D telling you?...
What was I E telling you?...
[instrumental on E drone?]
Ah, yes! So A waking as a yawp, my bonnet Em beed, shook soda D popped,
blinking a F#m round about the kingdom in whose E reign Id been dropped off
I coughed and D sputtered to a start, turned twice the F#m crank nailed to my heart
I felt I E feared birds dream of clouds go sickly D bleeding
Shakedustoff, E wings! These prisoners rings, encrusted D diamond death of E things
Fly, sing, pro F#m mote notes towards the E throats of landlords D deeding Cause:
As its E whipping accomplicewind stretchedgrowing D skin strengthened and stiffened,
I saw the Bm sun is not chicken, its in D different
so Im pitting A God against these eyes
Im thinking D heavens not so A high
And mighty, D thinking flight, not A fight, but are you E feeling me?
All these de D sires fester un A told.
mad masters D piece wed pluck to A mold
Im thinking D this is me, and A that is me, but what is E really me?
So sound the D bells, and fig the F#m trees,
My breath is D bigger than the F#m breeze
I wrap the D wind into a F#m seed and sow it E deep in, too
Im mocking God a mimic king,
I care no D more for her or A him
Tecumseh, D time to wind that A train back to Tip E pecanoe!
Head beaten D red and blue
Come killing E two by two
They put the D fear in you
Theres nothing E left to prove
They tried to F#m take our birth
If lost, re E turn to earth.
If lost, re D turn to earth.
If lost, re(A, let ring)turn-tthee-earth.
[instrumental fade out on A riff?]