Elegant Chaos, from World Shut Your Mouth.
Note: like many of my other tabs, there are some uncertainties - just use this tab
as a guideline...
[F]Busy at home[C]
I was [Bb]happy for a while
But the [C]joke is over
[F]Looking down[C]
At the [Bb]carefully laid out [C]infamy
Take a [F]scythe, take a scythe,[C]
To the [Bb]rotting core
Of [C]man-vegetaton
[F]Now I sigh[C]
At the [Bb]cool cool attitude to ignor[C]ance
The [A5]look in your eyes
When you [G5]gave this to me
Just [A5]put me on my [G5]guard
In this [F]elegant chaos
[C]I stand to one side[Bb][C]
Shouting "ha"
Was I forced into this?
Or was it given to me?
It's a nice idea -
As a gift
Or as something to try for a while
70 years?
It's neither one thing or the other
My big fear
Is to dig it at last
And have it taken away
(bridge, no real chords - so I made them up)
[Am]It's not a problem o[E]f secrecy
I [G]take it in my [D]stride
Did I [A]learn to breathe to be [E]killed like this?
[Am]Faces to the [E]glass
I see them [G]televise my [D]death
Oh, and [A]here comes the part
Where I [E]break down and cry.
People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that's not to say
That there's anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We're getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.
Note: like many of my other tabs, there are some uncertainties - just use this tab
as a guideline...
[F]Busy at home[C]
I was [Bb]happy for a while
But the [C]joke is over
[F]Looking down[C]
At the [Bb]carefully laid out [C]infamy
Take a [F]scythe, take a scythe,[C]
To the [Bb]rotting core
Of [C]man-vegetaton
[F]Now I sigh[C]
At the [Bb]cool cool attitude to ignor[C]ance
The [A5]look in your eyes
When you [G5]gave this to me
Just [A5]put me on my [G5]guard
In this [F]elegant chaos
[C]I stand to one side[Bb][C]
Shouting "ha"
Was I forced into this?
Or was it given to me?
It's a nice idea -
As a gift
Or as something to try for a while
70 years?
It's neither one thing or the other
My big fear
Is to dig it at last
And have it taken away
(bridge, no real chords - so I made them up)
[Am]It's not a problem o[E]f secrecy
I [G]take it in my [D]stride
Did I [A]learn to breathe to be [E]killed like this?
[Am]Faces to the [E]glass
I see them [G]televise my [D]death
Oh, and [A]here comes the part
Where I [E]break down and cry.
People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that's not to say
That there's anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We're getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.
