Chords for Aesop Rock - No Regrets with Lyrics
Tempo:
102.95 bpm
Chords used:
Am
E
F
Fm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [Am] Yo, ask her.
Hey Lucy, come here.
Lucy.
She didn't hear you.
Yo, ask her.
How [E] old are you?
[Am] Let her be.
Lucy, come here.
Lucy, can I [Am] listen to you?
Yo, ask her.
Hey Lucy, how old are you?
John's here.
Lucy.
Lucy was seven and wore a head of blue barrette.
City born into this world with no knowledge and no regrets.
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she drew up on the street
the many faces of the hilarious locals that she would meet.
There was Joshua, age ten, bully up the block who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop.
There was Mrs.
Crabtree in her pool.
She always gave a wave and holler on her whoopee trip down to the bingo parlor.
And she drew.
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds.
And she drew.
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, city towns, always said hello to passersby.
The day after while she'd have some time to catch a line to concrete, but she would only smile.
Now all the other children living in or near her building ran around like tyrants soaking up the open fire hydrants they would save.
Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dive?
Lucy would pause, look, grin, and say, I'm busy, thank you much.
Well well, one year passed, believe it or not she covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk and she stopped.
Look, after all this year since giving in today she said, I'm not giving in, I'm finished, and walked away.
123, that's the speed of the C.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little, Dreamer, you can live a little, Dreamer.
Try the limit, which is always cash but never get it.
123, that's the speed of the C.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little, Dreamer, you can live a little, Dreamer.
Try the limit, which is always cash but never get it.
Lucy was 37, an introverted sum [Fm]'wit,
based in an apartment in the same building [Am] she grew up in.
She traded in her blue beret for long [E] locks,
held up with a kleb, [F] traded in her yellow chalk for [Am] charcoal sticks.
And she drew little Bobby who would come to sweep the boy.
[Fm] And she drew the mailman, [Am] delivered every day at 4.
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside of the cubicle day,
but found it suitable and she liked it that way.
She had a man now, Rico.
Similar, permanent.
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose.
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too,
so they'd connect on Saturdays to share the pictures that they'd wrote.
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock on the front door.
Just one of the neighbors, back the night before,
she was a strange girl, really sad.
Lucy [E] went and told me to slouch.
Lucy would smile and say, I miss you, thanks, much.
[B] They would make a weird face the second the door shut.
Didn't run and tell her friends how truly crazy Lucy was.
And Lucy knew what people thought but didn't care,
[E] because while they spread their rumors through the streets,
she'd made another masterpiece.
[Am] One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it than spring this old chase but never get it.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it than spring this old chase but never get it.
Lucy was 87, aboard a deathbed [Fm] at the senior home
where she had [Am] previously checked in.
Traded in the lox and clip for a head rest.
Traded in the [Fm] charcoal sticks for arthritis and had to have it.
And she drew no more.
Just sat and watched the door and had a television in the room
that she'd never turned on.
Lucy pinned up a life's worth of pictures on the wall
and sat smiling, looking over just to laugh at it all.
Noriko, he had passed about five years back.
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock and loved it.
She'd never spoken once to us, the spanning of [E] her life,
until the day she leaned forward,
Brenda pulled the nurse aside and she [B] said,
Look, I've never had a dream in my life
[A] because a dream is what you want to do but still have in pursuit.
I knew what I wanted and did it till it [B] was done.
So I've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one.
[F] Well, the nurse jumped back.
She never [Am] heard Lucy even talk, especially words like that.
She walked over to the door and pulled it closed behind her.
Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures and she died.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
Dream a little, dream a little, you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase it but never get it.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
Dream a little, dream a little, you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase it but never get it.
[Em] One, two, three, ABC.
[B] One, two, three, [Cm] ABC.
One, two, three, [G] ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
[A] One, two, three, ABC.
[Am] One, two, three, ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
Like that.
Like that.
You can do that.
You can do that.
You can do that. Like that.
Like that.
Like this.
Like this. Like this.
Like [F] this.
Hey Lucy, come here.
Lucy.
She didn't hear you.
Yo, ask her.
How [E] old are you?
[Am] Let her be.
Lucy, come here.
Lucy, can I [Am] listen to you?
Yo, ask her.
Hey Lucy, how old are you?
John's here.
Lucy.
Lucy was seven and wore a head of blue barrette.
City born into this world with no knowledge and no regrets.
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she drew up on the street
the many faces of the hilarious locals that she would meet.
There was Joshua, age ten, bully up the block who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop.
There was Mrs.
Crabtree in her pool.
She always gave a wave and holler on her whoopee trip down to the bingo parlor.
And she drew.
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds.
And she drew.
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, city towns, always said hello to passersby.
The day after while she'd have some time to catch a line to concrete, but she would only smile.
Now all the other children living in or near her building ran around like tyrants soaking up the open fire hydrants they would save.
Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dive?
Lucy would pause, look, grin, and say, I'm busy, thank you much.
Well well, one year passed, believe it or not she covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk and she stopped.
Look, after all this year since giving in today she said, I'm not giving in, I'm finished, and walked away.
123, that's the speed of the C.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little, Dreamer, you can live a little, Dreamer.
Try the limit, which is always cash but never get it.
123, that's the speed of the C.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little, Dreamer, you can live a little, Dreamer.
Try the limit, which is always cash but never get it.
Lucy was 37, an introverted sum [Fm]'wit,
based in an apartment in the same building [Am] she grew up in.
She traded in her blue beret for long [E] locks,
held up with a kleb, [F] traded in her yellow chalk for [Am] charcoal sticks.
And she drew little Bobby who would come to sweep the boy.
[Fm] And she drew the mailman, [Am] delivered every day at 4.
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside of the cubicle day,
but found it suitable and she liked it that way.
She had a man now, Rico.
Similar, permanent.
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose.
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too,
so they'd connect on Saturdays to share the pictures that they'd wrote.
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock on the front door.
Just one of the neighbors, back the night before,
she was a strange girl, really sad.
Lucy [E] went and told me to slouch.
Lucy would smile and say, I miss you, thanks, much.
[B] They would make a weird face the second the door shut.
Didn't run and tell her friends how truly crazy Lucy was.
And Lucy knew what people thought but didn't care,
[E] because while they spread their rumors through the streets,
she'd made another masterpiece.
[Am] One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it than spring this old chase but never get it.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it than spring this old chase but never get it.
Lucy was 87, aboard a deathbed [Fm] at the senior home
where she had [Am] previously checked in.
Traded in the lox and clip for a head rest.
Traded in the [Fm] charcoal sticks for arthritis and had to have it.
And she drew no more.
Just sat and watched the door and had a television in the room
that she'd never turned on.
Lucy pinned up a life's worth of pictures on the wall
and sat smiling, looking over just to laugh at it all.
Noriko, he had passed about five years back.
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock and loved it.
She'd never spoken once to us, the spanning of [E] her life,
until the day she leaned forward,
Brenda pulled the nurse aside and she [B] said,
Look, I've never had a dream in my life
[A] because a dream is what you want to do but still have in pursuit.
I knew what I wanted and did it till it [B] was done.
So I've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one.
[F] Well, the nurse jumped back.
She never [Am] heard Lucy even talk, especially words like that.
She walked over to the door and pulled it closed behind her.
Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures and she died.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
Dream a little, dream a little, you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase it but never get it.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
Dream a little, dream a little, you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase it but never get it.
[Em] One, two, three, ABC.
[B] One, two, three, [Cm] ABC.
One, two, three, [G] ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
[A] One, two, three, ABC.
[Am] One, two, three, ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
Like that.
Like that.
You can do that.
You can do that.
You can do that. Like that.
Like that.
Like this.
Like this. Like this.
Like [F] this.
Key:
Am
E
F
Fm
B
Am
E
F
[F] _ [Am] Yo, ask her.
Hey Lucy, come here.
_ Lucy.
She didn't hear you.
Yo, ask her.
How [E] old are you?
_ [Am] _ Let her be.
Lucy, come here.
_ Lucy, can I [Am] listen to you?
Yo, ask her.
Hey Lucy, how old are you?
_ John's here.
Lucy. _
Lucy was seven and wore a head of blue barrette.
City born into this world with no knowledge and no regrets.
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she drew up on the street
the many faces of the hilarious locals that she would meet.
There was Joshua, age ten, bully up the block who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop.
There was Mrs.
Crabtree in her pool.
She always gave a wave and holler on her whoopee trip down to the bingo parlor.
And she drew.
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds.
And she drew.
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, city towns, always said hello to passersby.
The day after while she'd have some time to catch a line to concrete, but she would only smile.
Now all the other children living in or near her building ran around like tyrants soaking up the open fire hydrants they would save.
Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dive?
Lucy would pause, look, grin, and say, I'm busy, thank you much.
Well well, one year passed, believe it or not she covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk and she stopped.
Look, after all this year since giving in today she said, I'm not giving in, I'm finished, and walked away.
123, that's the speed of the C.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little, Dreamer, you can live a little, Dreamer.
Try the limit, which is always cash but never get it.
123, that's the speed of the C.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little, Dreamer, you can live a little, Dreamer.
Try the limit, which is always cash but never get it.
Lucy was 37, an introverted sum [Fm]'wit,
based in an apartment in the same building [Am] she grew up in.
She traded in her blue beret for long [E] locks,
held up with a kleb, [F] traded in her yellow chalk for [Am] charcoal sticks.
And she drew little Bobby who would come to sweep the boy.
[Fm] And she drew the mailman, [Am] delivered every day at 4.
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside of the cubicle day,
but found it suitable and she liked it that way.
She had a man now, Rico.
Similar, permanent.
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose.
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too,
so they'd connect on Saturdays to share the pictures that they'd wrote.
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock on the front door.
Just one of the neighbors, back the night before,
she was a strange girl, really sad.
Lucy [E] went and told me to slouch.
Lucy would smile and say, I miss you, thanks, much.
[B] They would make a weird face the second the door shut.
Didn't run and tell her friends how truly crazy Lucy was.
And Lucy knew what people thought but didn't care,
[E] because while they spread their rumors through the streets,
she'd made another masterpiece.
[Am] One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it than spring this old chase but never get it.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it than spring this old chase but never get it.
Lucy was 87, aboard a deathbed [Fm] at the senior home
where she had [Am] previously checked in.
Traded in the lox and clip for a head rest.
Traded in the [Fm] charcoal sticks for arthritis and had to have it.
And she drew no more.
Just sat and watched the door and had a television in the room
that she'd never turned on.
Lucy pinned up a life's worth of pictures on the wall
and sat smiling, looking over just to laugh at it all.
Noriko, he had passed about five years back.
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock and loved it.
She'd never spoken once to us, the spanning of [E] her life,
until the day she leaned forward,
Brenda pulled the nurse aside and she [B] said,
Look, I've never had a dream in my life
[A] because a dream is what you want to do but still have in pursuit.
I knew what I wanted and did it till it [B] was done.
So I've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one.
[F] Well, the nurse jumped back.
She never [Am] heard Lucy even talk, especially words like that.
She walked over to the door and pulled it closed behind her.
Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures and she died.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
Dream a little, dream a little, you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase it but never get it.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
Dream a little, dream a little, you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase it but never get it.
[Em] One, two, three, ABC.
[B] One, two, three, [Cm] ABC.
One, two, three, [G] ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
[A] One, two, three, ABC.
[Am] One, two, three, ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
Like that.
Like that.
You can do that.
You can do that.
You can do that. Like that.
_ _ Like that. _ _
Like this. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Like this. Like this.
Like [F] this. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey Lucy, come here.
_ Lucy.
She didn't hear you.
Yo, ask her.
How [E] old are you?
_ [Am] _ Let her be.
Lucy, come here.
_ Lucy, can I [Am] listen to you?
Yo, ask her.
Hey Lucy, how old are you?
_ John's here.
Lucy. _
Lucy was seven and wore a head of blue barrette.
City born into this world with no knowledge and no regrets.
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she drew up on the street
the many faces of the hilarious locals that she would meet.
There was Joshua, age ten, bully up the block who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop.
There was Mrs.
Crabtree in her pool.
She always gave a wave and holler on her whoopee trip down to the bingo parlor.
And she drew.
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds.
And she drew.
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, city towns, always said hello to passersby.
The day after while she'd have some time to catch a line to concrete, but she would only smile.
Now all the other children living in or near her building ran around like tyrants soaking up the open fire hydrants they would save.
Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dive?
Lucy would pause, look, grin, and say, I'm busy, thank you much.
Well well, one year passed, believe it or not she covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk and she stopped.
Look, after all this year since giving in today she said, I'm not giving in, I'm finished, and walked away.
123, that's the speed of the C.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little, Dreamer, you can live a little, Dreamer.
Try the limit, which is always cash but never get it.
123, that's the speed of the C.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little, Dreamer, you can live a little, Dreamer.
Try the limit, which is always cash but never get it.
Lucy was 37, an introverted sum [Fm]'wit,
based in an apartment in the same building [Am] she grew up in.
She traded in her blue beret for long [E] locks,
held up with a kleb, [F] traded in her yellow chalk for [Am] charcoal sticks.
And she drew little Bobby who would come to sweep the boy.
[Fm] And she drew the mailman, [Am] delivered every day at 4.
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside of the cubicle day,
but found it suitable and she liked it that way.
She had a man now, Rico.
Similar, permanent.
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose.
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too,
so they'd connect on Saturdays to share the pictures that they'd wrote.
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock on the front door.
Just one of the neighbors, back the night before,
she was a strange girl, really sad.
Lucy [E] went and told me to slouch.
Lucy would smile and say, I miss you, thanks, much.
[B] They would make a weird face the second the door shut.
Didn't run and tell her friends how truly crazy Lucy was.
And Lucy knew what people thought but didn't care,
[E] because while they spread their rumors through the streets,
she'd made another masterpiece.
[Am] One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it than spring this old chase but never get it.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it than spring this old chase but never get it.
Lucy was 87, aboard a deathbed [Fm] at the senior home
where she had [Am] previously checked in.
Traded in the lox and clip for a head rest.
Traded in the [Fm] charcoal sticks for arthritis and had to have it.
And she drew no more.
Just sat and watched the door and had a television in the room
that she'd never turned on.
Lucy pinned up a life's worth of pictures on the wall
and sat smiling, looking over just to laugh at it all.
Noriko, he had passed about five years back.
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock and loved it.
She'd never spoken once to us, the spanning of [E] her life,
until the day she leaned forward,
Brenda pulled the nurse aside and she [B] said,
Look, I've never had a dream in my life
[A] because a dream is what you want to do but still have in pursuit.
I knew what I wanted and did it till it [B] was done.
So I've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one.
[F] Well, the nurse jumped back.
She never [Am] heard Lucy even talk, especially words like that.
She walked over to the door and pulled it closed behind her.
Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures and she died.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
Dream a little, dream a little, you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase it but never get it.
One, two, three, that's the speed of the sea.
ABC, that's the speed of the D.
Dream a little, dream a little, you can live a little dream.
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase it but never get it.
[Em] One, two, three, ABC.
[B] One, two, three, [Cm] ABC.
One, two, three, [G] ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
[A] One, two, three, ABC.
[Am] One, two, three, ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
One, two, three, ABC.
Like that.
Like that.
You can do that.
You can do that.
You can do that. Like that.
_ _ Like that. _ _
Like this. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Like this. Like this.
Like [F] this. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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