Chords for Conor Oberst - Cape Canaveral [KCRW 2014]

[A] _ Alright, thank you so much.
[G] This is a, I got this big, this [A] big backyard.
_ [F#] In Omaha, Nebraska where [B] I live sometimes.
[E] And you can lay, you [F#] can lay out, you can lay out in the middle of it.
All the way up at the top of it.
And you can, well it depends on the night, but you [A] can sometimes see a lot of stars.
It's a very [E] nice place to lay in the dirt.
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[F] Hawaii for real.
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Yo, can you make that reverb pop a little bit more for me? _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Oh, oh, oh, brother totem pole.
Saw your legends lined up.
I never felt more [B] natural.
[F#m] Apart, I [B] finally became [F#m] apart.
[A] Please, please, please, Sister Socrates.
Always answer with a question.
Show some kindness to a petty [Bm] thief.
[F#m] Forget, can [Bm] you still forget?
[D] We watched the migrants smoke in [E] the old orange grove.
[A] And the red rocket blazed over Cape Canaveral.
You've [D] been a father to me, you're [E] 1960s speak.
Give [A] me comatose joy like rerun TV.
[Bm] While the mountainside was shining wild, colors of my [A] destiny.
_ _ [B] I watched your face age backwards, changing [A] shape in my memory.
_ You taught me victory, sweet, even deep in the cheap.
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_ [F#m] _ [A] Hey, hey, hey, mother interstate.
Can you deliver me from evil?
Make me honest, make me wedding [Bm] day.
[F#m] Atone, I [Bm] want to [F#m] atone.
[A] And wait, wait, [A] wait, mighty outer space.
Saw your flying [F#m] saucer terror, made me lazy drinking lemonade.
[Bm] It's a [F#m] waste, it [Bm] all went to [C#] waste.
Like [D] the freon pulled out [E] my hotel door.
Or the white rocket fade [D] over Cape Canaveral.
You've been a daughter to me, you're [E] buried shoebox grief.
I [A] felt your poltergeist love [D] like Savannah.
[Bm] While the waterfall was pulling crazy symbols of our destiny.
_ [A] _ [Bm] I watched your face die backwards, little baby in my [A] memory.
_ _ [B] You whispered victory, sweet, even deep in [A] the cheap.
_ _ _ [D] _ [F#m] You don't judge me, [D]
that's not your style.
_ [F#m] I can't see you [C#m] for a little while.
_ [A] But [F#m] I'm not worried, [D]
there's [E] no more time.
[D] With [F#m] all these changes [E] trying to cloak my mind.
[D] Just like the citrus glow [E] off the old orange [A] grove.
Or the red rocket [D] blaze over Cape Canaveral.
It's been a nightmare for me, [E] some 1980s greed.
Gives me parachute [D] dreams like old war movies.
[Bm] While the universe was drawn to perfect surface for [A] infinity.
_ _ [Bm] I've seen the stars give smaller tiny diamonds in my [A] memory.
_ The [Bm] screaming victory, sweet, even deep in the cheap [A] sea.
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