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Finally, an easy one.
[C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F]
[C] I fried my head, I'm [C]not a brunette
I'm a [F]down and dusky [C]blonde
I am [F]living in a [C]tree
When I [F]lie in bed I [C]see
Beyond my [F]lover's head the [C]moon, I hear the [G]rain
[C] I am conscious [C]of my voice
as a [F]tool it's more [C]demure
Than your [F]friend the singing [C]queen
With her [F]matinee good [C]looks
She talks like [F]talking from a [C]book
I speak the [F]language of my [C]village, of my [G]street
[F] But I need a friend and [C]I choose you
I tell [F]you the way I [C]feel
The truth is [F]crushing like a [C]heel
I will [F]forget the kiss and [C]feel if you will [G]too
[C] Tell me tales of [C]punk rockin' girls
It's a [F]dim and distant [C]page
But I [F]mostly blame my [C]age
Please make [F]allowances for [C]me. I do not [G]see.
[C] It's a drag that [C]you're getting old
I love to [F]think about the [C]year
When we [F]sobbed and then we [C]cheered
The town [F]deserted like a [C]film
Your [F]torso crushing [C]me
Into the [F]country and the [C]tunnels and the [G]fields
[F] But I need a friend and [C]I choose you
I tell [F]you the way I [C]feel
The truth is [F]crushing like a [C]heel
I will [F]forget the kiss and [C]feel if you will [G]too
C C F C F C F C F C F C G (same as verse)
[C] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [G]
[C] I read a book a [C]day like an apple
[F]But I did not [C]eat
And so the [F]doctor came to [C]me
He said a [F]woman does not [C]live
By the [F]printed word [C]forgive yourself and [G]eat
[C] Autumn sped [C]along outside
Trick [F]photography on [C]speed
I was [F]locked inside a [C]room
They made a [F]deal, they would [C]control
The simple [F]things like bodies [C]but I kept my [G]soul
[F] When I needed someone [C]I chose you
Because the [F]fledgling soul [C]awakes
And on the [F]balcony she [C]quakes
And she is [F]waiting for the [C]sign
And when the [F]brother does not [C]come
And when the [F]sister's much too [C]young, she chooses [G]you
The little riff at the end of the verses is this or a variation
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He doesn?t usually play the last one, but goes back to the verse C.
Finally, an easy one.
[C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F]
[C] I fried my head, I'm [C]not a brunette
I'm a [F]down and dusky [C]blonde
I am [F]living in a [C]tree
When I [F]lie in bed I [C]see
Beyond my [F]lover's head the [C]moon, I hear the [G]rain
[C] I am conscious [C]of my voice
as a [F]tool it's more [C]demure
Than your [F]friend the singing [C]queen
With her [F]matinee good [C]looks
She talks like [F]talking from a [C]book
I speak the [F]language of my [C]village, of my [G]street
[F] But I need a friend and [C]I choose you
I tell [F]you the way I [C]feel
The truth is [F]crushing like a [C]heel
I will [F]forget the kiss and [C]feel if you will [G]too
[C] Tell me tales of [C]punk rockin' girls
It's a [F]dim and distant [C]page
But I [F]mostly blame my [C]age
Please make [F]allowances for [C]me. I do not [G]see.
[C] It's a drag that [C]you're getting old
I love to [F]think about the [C]year
When we [F]sobbed and then we [C]cheered
The town [F]deserted like a [C]film
Your [F]torso crushing [C]me
Into the [F]country and the [C]tunnels and the [G]fields
[F] But I need a friend and [C]I choose you
I tell [F]you the way I [C]feel
The truth is [F]crushing like a [C]heel
I will [F]forget the kiss and [C]feel if you will [G]too
C C F C F C F C F C F C G (same as verse)
[C] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [G]
[C] I read a book a [C]day like an apple
[F]But I did not [C]eat
And so the [F]doctor came to [C]me
He said a [F]woman does not [C]live
By the [F]printed word [C]forgive yourself and [G]eat
[C] Autumn sped [C]along outside
Trick [F]photography on [C]speed
I was [F]locked inside a [C]room
They made a [F]deal, they would [C]control
The simple [F]things like bodies [C]but I kept my [G]soul
[F] When I needed someone [C]I chose you
Because the [F]fledgling soul [C]awakes
And on the [F]balcony she [C]quakes
And she is [F]waiting for the [C]sign
And when the [F]brother does not [C]come
And when the [F]sister's much too [C]young, she chooses [G]you
The little riff at the end of the verses is this or a variation
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-4-5-7-5-4-7-(9)-------------------|
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He doesn?t usually play the last one, but goes back to the verse C.
