Music is a universal language, and needs not be translated. With it soul speaks to soul
Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
VerseCmBear paws and rascal power B♭Watching us in your garage CmBig girl you ate the neighbor E♭The nova is B♭over CmWake up and play B♭Balleradio CmMake room for Clara's bare feet E♭The love of a B♭Martian Pre Chorus: GTick tock and waiting for the meteor GThis clock is opening another door
ChorusCmLots of love just keep it comin' B♭Making something out of nothin' A♭These are the Gbest that I CmI don't know how to say B♭Losin' what I love today A♭These are the Gbest that I CmLots of love just keep it comin' B♭Making something out of nothin' A♭These are the Gbest that I CmI don't know what to say B♭Look at what I lost today A♭And these are the tGhings that I Second Verse ( same chords as first one ) Blood flowers in the kitchen Signing off and winding down This Martian ends her mission The nova is over She caught the ball By the mission bell Chase lizards bark at donkeys The love of a Martian Pre Chorus: (G throughout again) Let's bow our heads And let the trumpets blow Our girl is gone God bless her little soul
BridgeRepeat chords Cm , A♭ , E♭ and B♭ She's got a sword in case Though this is not her lord in case The one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace. Disappeared, No trace. Musky tears. Suitcase. The down turn brave little burncub Bearcareless turnip snare rampages Pitch color pages... Down and out but not in Vegas, Disembarks and disengages. No loft. Sweet pink canary cages plummet Pop dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses That snort and allude to dangling trinkets That mimic the dirt cough go drink its. It's for you. Blue battered naval town slip kisses Delivered by duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters Arrive in time to catch the late show. It's a beehive barrel race. A shehive stare and chase wasted feature Who tried and failed to reach her. Embossed beneath a box in the closet That's lost. The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries. Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters Into newmorning milk blanket. Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch Bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. Get your broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles...away...
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