Chords for Ani DiFranco "Fuel"
Tempo:
82.475 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Am
Dm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[D] [A] They [D] were digging a new foundation in Manhattan, [A] and they discovered a slave cemetery there.
[D] May their souls rest easy now that [A] lynching is round the corner.
We've moved on to the electric chair.
And I wonder, who's gonna be president?
Tweedledum or Tweedledummer?
And who's gonna have the big blockbuster box office this [D] summer?
How about we put up a wall between the houses and the highway, [E] and then you can go your way and I can go my [D] way.
[A]
[D] [A] Except [D] all the radios agree with all the TVs, [A] and the magazines agree with all the radios,
[D] and I keep hearing that same damn [A] song everywhere I go!
[D] Maybe I should put a bucket over my head, [A] put a marshmallow in each ear,
and [D] stumble around for another dum-dum week for another [A] hum-drum hit song to appear.
[B] [A]
People used to make records as in a record of an event, the event of people playing music in a room.
Now everything is cross-marketing, it's about sunglasses and shoes and guns and drugs you choose.
We gotta rehash, we gotta half-ass.
We're digging up all the graves and we're spitting on the past,
and we can choose between the colors of the lipstick on the whores,
cause we know the difference between the font of 20% more and the font of teriyaki.
You tell me, how does it make you feel?
You tell me [Am] what's real.
[D] [Am]
And they say that [D] alcoholics are always [A] alcoholics, even when they're dry as my lips for years.
Even when they're stranded [D] on a small desert island [A] with no place in 2,000 miles to buy beer,
and I wonder is he [D] different, is he different, has he [Am] changed what he's about?
Or is he just a light [D] with nothing to lie [A] about?
Am I headed for the [D] same brick wall?
[A] Is there anything I can do about anything at all except go back to that [D] corner in Manhattan
and dig deeper, dig deeper this time.
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history, beneath the unknown bones, beneath the bedrock of the mystery,
beneath the sewage [D] system and the path drain, [A] beneath the cobblestones and the water main,
beneath the traffic of [D] phone ships and street deals, [A] beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels,
beneath everything I can think [Dm] of to think about, [Am] beneath it all, beneath all, get out,
beneath the good and the [D] kind and the stupid and the [A] cruel, there's a fire that's waiting
[D] [A]
[D] [A] for fuel.
There's a fire that's waiting [D] for fuel.
[A] [D] [A]
[D] [Am]
[D] [A]
[Dm] [A]
[A]
[D]
[D] [A] They [D] were digging a new foundation in Manhattan, [A] and they discovered a slave cemetery there.
[D] May their souls rest easy now that [A] lynching is round the corner.
We've moved on to the electric chair.
And I wonder, who's gonna be president?
Tweedledum or Tweedledummer?
And who's gonna have the big blockbuster box office this [D] summer?
How about we put up a wall between the houses and the highway, [E] and then you can go your way and I can go my [D] way.
[A]
[D] [A] Except [D] all the radios agree with all the TVs, [A] and the magazines agree with all the radios,
[D] and I keep hearing that same damn [A] song everywhere I go!
[D] Maybe I should put a bucket over my head, [A] put a marshmallow in each ear,
and [D] stumble around for another dum-dum week for another [A] hum-drum hit song to appear.
[B] [A]
People used to make records as in a record of an event, the event of people playing music in a room.
Now everything is cross-marketing, it's about sunglasses and shoes and guns and drugs you choose.
We gotta rehash, we gotta half-ass.
We're digging up all the graves and we're spitting on the past,
and we can choose between the colors of the lipstick on the whores,
cause we know the difference between the font of 20% more and the font of teriyaki.
You tell me, how does it make you feel?
You tell me [Am] what's real.
[D] [Am]
And they say that [D] alcoholics are always [A] alcoholics, even when they're dry as my lips for years.
Even when they're stranded [D] on a small desert island [A] with no place in 2,000 miles to buy beer,
and I wonder is he [D] different, is he different, has he [Am] changed what he's about?
Or is he just a light [D] with nothing to lie [A] about?
Am I headed for the [D] same brick wall?
[A] Is there anything I can do about anything at all except go back to that [D] corner in Manhattan
and dig deeper, dig deeper this time.
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history, beneath the unknown bones, beneath the bedrock of the mystery,
beneath the sewage [D] system and the path drain, [A] beneath the cobblestones and the water main,
beneath the traffic of [D] phone ships and street deals, [A] beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels,
beneath everything I can think [Dm] of to think about, [Am] beneath it all, beneath all, get out,
beneath the good and the [D] kind and the stupid and the [A] cruel, there's a fire that's waiting
[D] [A]
[D] [A] for fuel.
There's a fire that's waiting [D] for fuel.
[A] [D] [A]
[D] [Am]
[D] [A]
[Dm] [A]
[A]
[D]
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ They [D] were digging a new foundation in Manhattan, [A] and they discovered a slave cemetery there.
[D] May their souls rest easy now that [A] lynching is round the corner.
We've moved on to the electric chair.
And I wonder, who's gonna be president?
Tweedledum or Tweedledummer?
And who's gonna have the big blockbuster box office this [D] summer?
How about we put up a wall between the houses and the highway, [E] and then you can go your way and I can go my [D] way.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ Except [D] all the radios agree with all the TVs, [A] and the magazines agree with all the radios,
[D] and I keep hearing that same damn [A] song everywhere I go! _
[D] Maybe I should put a bucket over my head, [A] put a marshmallow in each ear,
and [D] stumble around for another dum-dum week for another [A] hum-drum hit song to appear. _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
People used to make records as in a record of an event, the event of people playing music in a room.
Now everything is cross-marketing, it's about sunglasses and shoes and guns and drugs you choose.
We gotta rehash, we gotta half-ass.
We're digging up all the graves and we're spitting on the past,
and we can choose between the colors of the lipstick on the whores,
cause we know the difference between the font of 20% more and the font of teriyaki.
You tell me, how does it make you feel? _
_ _ You tell me [Am] what's real. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
And they say that [D] alcoholics are always [A] alcoholics, even when they're dry as my lips for years.
Even when they're stranded [D] on a small desert island [A] with no place in 2,000 miles to buy beer,
and I wonder is he [D] different, is he different, has he [Am] changed what he's about?
Or is he just a light [D] with nothing to lie [A] about? _ _
Am I headed for the [D] same brick wall?
[A] Is there anything I can do about anything at all except go back to that [D] corner in Manhattan
and dig deeper, dig deeper this time.
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history, beneath the unknown bones, beneath the bedrock of the mystery,
beneath the sewage [D] system and the path drain, [A] beneath the cobblestones and the water main,
beneath the traffic of [D] phone ships and street deals, [A] beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels,
beneath everything I can think [Dm] of to think about, [Am] beneath it all, beneath all, get out,
beneath the good and the [D] kind and the stupid and the [A] cruel, there's a fire that's waiting _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ for fuel.
There's a fire that's waiting [D] for fuel.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ They [D] were digging a new foundation in Manhattan, [A] and they discovered a slave cemetery there.
[D] May their souls rest easy now that [A] lynching is round the corner.
We've moved on to the electric chair.
And I wonder, who's gonna be president?
Tweedledum or Tweedledummer?
And who's gonna have the big blockbuster box office this [D] summer?
How about we put up a wall between the houses and the highway, [E] and then you can go your way and I can go my [D] way.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ Except [D] all the radios agree with all the TVs, [A] and the magazines agree with all the radios,
[D] and I keep hearing that same damn [A] song everywhere I go! _
[D] Maybe I should put a bucket over my head, [A] put a marshmallow in each ear,
and [D] stumble around for another dum-dum week for another [A] hum-drum hit song to appear. _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
People used to make records as in a record of an event, the event of people playing music in a room.
Now everything is cross-marketing, it's about sunglasses and shoes and guns and drugs you choose.
We gotta rehash, we gotta half-ass.
We're digging up all the graves and we're spitting on the past,
and we can choose between the colors of the lipstick on the whores,
cause we know the difference between the font of 20% more and the font of teriyaki.
You tell me, how does it make you feel? _
_ _ You tell me [Am] what's real. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
And they say that [D] alcoholics are always [A] alcoholics, even when they're dry as my lips for years.
Even when they're stranded [D] on a small desert island [A] with no place in 2,000 miles to buy beer,
and I wonder is he [D] different, is he different, has he [Am] changed what he's about?
Or is he just a light [D] with nothing to lie [A] about? _ _
Am I headed for the [D] same brick wall?
[A] Is there anything I can do about anything at all except go back to that [D] corner in Manhattan
and dig deeper, dig deeper this time.
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history, beneath the unknown bones, beneath the bedrock of the mystery,
beneath the sewage [D] system and the path drain, [A] beneath the cobblestones and the water main,
beneath the traffic of [D] phone ships and street deals, [A] beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels,
beneath everything I can think [Dm] of to think about, [Am] beneath it all, beneath all, get out,
beneath the good and the [D] kind and the stupid and the [A] cruel, there's a fire that's waiting _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ for fuel.
There's a fire that's waiting [D] for fuel.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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