No Destruction by Foxygen.
Simple strumming really, open positions work quite nicely, hit bass notes
rhythmically to imitate the song.
Im sen[D]ding you knew this photograph of m[C]e in my new c[G]ar
But I h[D]ate to say I miss you cause you dont n[C]eed me anym[G]ore
I polite[D]ly say I miss you but we know you dont m[C]ean that an[G]ymore
Like when the to[D]c tic finally caught you then you w[C]easeled through the [G]door
Through the do[D]or of consci[Em]ousness
[D] San Francisco,
O[Em]h you think its over
Oh you make it so long on [D]me
Someone who smokes p[Em]ot in the summer
Pot in the Summer with [D]me
Oh destructo, youre so destructive
Oh you so destructive to me
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]window
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No c[D]orruption o[A]n the mounta[G]in [F#]hig[F]h
"Same for the rest of the song."
Im talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war
The aliens and armory that bond hers to Gods door
Now you think that I dont know but I know you to know quite well
That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel
Theres no need to be an asshole, youre not in Brooklyn anymore
You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor
And I know youre gonna try to take my big mouse
Take the panels off my greenhouse
Oh but the door of consciousness isnt open anymore
Oh you think its over, oh its over with me
Someone who smokes pot in the summer
Pot in the Summer with me
Oh destructo, youre so destructive
Oh you so destructive to me
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No destruction in the waking wind
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No c[D]orruption o[A]n the mounta[G]in [F#]hig[F]h
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]window
No destruction, no destruction
No destruction?
Simple strumming really, open positions work quite nicely, hit bass notes
rhythmically to imitate the song.
Im sen[D]ding you knew this photograph of m[C]e in my new c[G]ar
But I h[D]ate to say I miss you cause you dont n[C]eed me anym[G]ore
I polite[D]ly say I miss you but we know you dont m[C]ean that an[G]ymore
Like when the to[D]c tic finally caught you then you w[C]easeled through the [G]door
Through the do[D]or of consci[Em]ousness
[D] San Francisco,
O[Em]h you think its over
Oh you make it so long on [D]me
Someone who smokes p[Em]ot in the summer
Pot in the Summer with [D]me
Oh destructo, youre so destructive
Oh you so destructive to me
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]window
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No c[D]orruption o[A]n the mounta[G]in [F#]hig[F]h
"Same for the rest of the song."
Im talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war
The aliens and armory that bond hers to Gods door
Now you think that I dont know but I know you to know quite well
That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel
Theres no need to be an asshole, youre not in Brooklyn anymore
You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor
And I know youre gonna try to take my big mouse
Take the panels off my greenhouse
Oh but the door of consciousness isnt open anymore
Oh you think its over, oh its over with me
Someone who smokes pot in the summer
Pot in the Summer with me
Oh destructo, youre so destructive
Oh you so destructive to me
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No destruction in the waking wind
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No c[D]orruption o[A]n the mounta[G]in [F#]hig[F]h
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]hour
No d[D]estruction i[A]n the waking [G]window
No destruction, no destruction
No destruction?
