L.A. Salami - Aristotle Ponders The Sound, аккорды

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[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

G                 B                 Em
I heard my mother cough to show her pain,
G                 B           Em
Hidden behind the closed door again.
G                   B             Em
My father must have wept when he came
G              B                Em
To have made such a sensitive boy.


G              B              Em
I’ve been fighting your holy war
G              B         Em
Ever since you took that plane.
G               B               Em
Well, I say god bless all of the harlots
G                   B        Em
And the crack-heads blistered vein.


G              B                     Em
My boss keeps asking me to ask more questions,
G              B     Em
And so I asked her “why?”
G                    B                    Em
Then I asked her why man chose to work for his food,
G                  B                         Em
When it’s clear to me that he’d much rather die?


G                 B                            Em
And if we’re all equal does that mean every man's due some luck?
G                                   B                           Em
And how many roads must a man walk down, before he stops giving a fuck?
G                     B                     Em
She said “Quit your yapping, get back to work!
G                          B            Em
Don’t you see you’ve got customers to serve.”


[Chorus]

G                             Em
And I said, “Of course I can,
        G                 Em               G
‘cause everybody is a servant to someone else.”
                    Em                   G
And she said, “stop talking now, you’re boring me,
          Em                        G
don’t you see that you’re just the help?”


[Verse 2]

G                      B               Em
I woke up in a strange bed one Sunday morning,
G                       B                   Em
With a woman I did not love on my left hand side.
G                            B                     Em
She looked at me as if she’d seen a ghost when she woke,
G                             B                Em
And screamed when she saw the horse head on my right.


G                           B                      Em
She said her name was Lady Luck, and that I should leave.
G                 B                           Em
So I collected my stuff feeling slightly relieved.
G                           B                Em
She was spread eagle, spread out and spread bare,
G                           B                               Em
And I was spread thin over the days and months that would proceed…


[Chorus]

G               Em                     G
And she said, “Don’t you see? If you think about it
             Em                      G
there’s one start one chance and one end.”
                   Em                  G
And I said, “Don’t talk to me, ‘cause there can be
  Em                G
A thousand if I pretend.”


[Verse 3]

G                 B       Em
Tom Waits came to me in a dream
G                             B              Em
With a swordfish stuck in the middle of his chest.
G                       B                             Em
He poured me a glass of rum and pondered, “What’s the point?
G                 B                            Em
You’re doomed to die, however hard you try your best.”


G                      B              Em
And you said the same thing when you left me,
G                   B            Em
When you took my devotion and my drive.
G                            B                      Em
Well, you left the starving boy where you hung your coat.
G                       B                  Em
I’ll take that back down now if you don’t mind.


[Chorus]

G            Em               G
But I understand, ‘cause if you’re not sure where
     Em                   G
you are then you should move.
             Em           G                Em               G
And now that I am not, I think that I will do some moving too.
              Em                  G              Em                  G
‘Cause if you think about it, everybody is a servant to someone else,
            Em                  G                               Em             G
And if you say you’re not, well I suppose that means you’re a servant to yourself.
    

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