Pony Bradshaw — Safe In The Arms Of Vernacular

Текст песни с аккордами

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[Intro]
Em7 G D C (x2)

[Verse 1]
Em                      G
Daddy brought me back a bonafide gas mask
D                     C
All the way home from Desert Storm
Em                  G
That's what I called Saudi Arabia
D                              C
Sand turns to glass sharp as a sultan's sword
  Em7                        G
I saw the Blue Angels fly up over my head
       D                    C
In the cinnamon glow of the dispossessed
Am7             C        G D
We weren't born this way

[Chorus]
Em              G      Am                C
Shaped like clay into a confederate apotheosis
Em                    G             Am           C
And left on the dirty steps of time just like an orphan
     Em           G C Am7
Just like an orphan
     Em           G C Am
Just like an orphan

C D Em
G D C

[Verse 2]
Em7                      G
She drinks white wine, memento mori
D                         C
Riesling room temp from a coffee cup
        Em7                G
She's a waitress downtown, draped in Bedouin gown
D                              C
Smoking Kent cigarettes in the underground
  Em7                       G
I guess she just wanted to escape all those voices
       D                                         C
It's a labyrinth of tempered devotion, a goddamn hall of mirrors
Em7            C     G D
Hostage to this land

[Chorus]
Em               G      Am7         Am    C
Shaped like clay into a confederate apotheosis
    Em                G             Am7          C
And left on the dirty steps of time just like an orphan
     Em           G C Am7
Just like an orphan
     Em           G C Am7 Am
Just like an orphan

[Chorus]
            D
I'm writing bad checks in blue ink
              C
She wipes the counters off, leaves the dishes in the sink
              D                              C
It smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
            D
I'm writing bad checks in blue ink
              C
She wipes the counters off, leaves the dishes in the sink
              D                              C
It smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
            D
I'm writing bad checks in blue ink
              C
She wipes the counters off, leaves the dishes in the sink
              D                              C
It smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
              D                              C              D Em G D C
It smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here

[Outro]
Em                      G
Daddy brought me back a bonafide gas mask
D                     C
All the way home from Desert Storm		
    

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