Fatalist Palmistry Chords & Lyrics by WHY?
Fatalist Palmistry
guitar chords lyrics
Stanard Tuning.
Im pretty sure there are the right chords for the song and the chords are pretty simple.
is A without putting your 3rd finger down on the B string - A can be subistuted in this
but i think it sounds better with Asus2)
Enjoy.
Bm Asus2
i sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
G
and coffin rehersal
Bm Asus2
i know a psychic who reads her own palms
G
and her findings are personal
Bm Asus2
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
G
well maybe she knows something i don't know
D G
but i am still alive in love and
Bm G
wide eyed in my time
Bm Asus2 G
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
D G
your cat clawed out my eyes while i's
Asus2 G
distracted by your smile
Bm Asus2 G
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
Bm Asus2 G
and you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating
D
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
G
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Bm
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Asus2
a little patience
D
but your painted pony is fading
G
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
Bm Asus2 G
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
Bm
you count them blessings cause your net worth
Asus2 G
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
Bm
but god put a song on my palm
Asus2 G
that you can't read
[no actual chords in the song, but they are...]
Bm
i'm lucky to be under
G
this same sky that held
Bm
the exhale from your first breath
G
like a ring on a pillow of clouds
Bm
by you my tongue may stutter
G
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
Bm
to burst between the wrapped lengths
G
of its bowed ribbon cell
[Chords are essentially the same from here on..]
but i am still alive in love and
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
there's a moth flock in my gut growing
a tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
but your painted pony is fading
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see
- Dejayou
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