Capo 1st fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Intro bassline
Verse 1
At your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas
You pray to nothing out loud
Two first names and an ampersand embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel
You're a beautiful and violent work with the skinny neck of a Chinese bird
in a fading ancient painting.
And if you're in heaven waiting you made it there fighting
the tightest kite string in a bad storm with lightning.
Chorus
And now these few presidents frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god to let me let you talk.
And now these few presidents frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god to let me let you off.
Even though I haven't seen you in years
yours is a funeral I'd fly to from anywhere.
Verse 2
I thought I had a pebble in my sock
I pulled it off and shook out a wasp
It stumbled out lost and without a pause
unstung as I was, still I stomped it.
I thought "There is no paved street worthy
of your perfect Scandinavian feet."
My crooked chinese fingers groped
the machinery of your throat.
Repeat Chorus, end on "anywhere."