Chords for Father John Misty - I'm Writing a Novel | opbmusic Live Sessions
Tempo:
75.6 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
Dm
Gm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb]
[F] I ran down the road, pants down to my knees
Screaming, please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me
And I'm [Bb] writing a novel, oh, because it's never been [F] done before
Oh, the first house that I saw, I wrote a house upon the door
Lord, and all the people who lived there, they had to get out
Because my reality is realer than yours, there's no [Bb] time in the present
Duh
Oh, and there's a black [F] dog on the bed
So I went to the backyard naturally to burn my only clothes
Oh, and the dog ran out and said, you can't turn nothing into nothingness with me no more
Well, [Bb] I'm no doctor
Oh, but that my monkey [F] might be right
Oh, and [C] if he [Dm] is, I'll be walking in [F] my whole life
Oh, oh, oh, on a dune buggy with Neil
He said, you're gonna have to drown me down on the beach if you ever want to write the real
I [Bb] said, I'd love to
One problem
Oh, young man, what was your [F] name again?
Now everywhere I go
In West Hollywood
Is filled with people pretending they don't see the actress
And the actress wishing that they could
We could [Bb] do ayahuasca Or whatever
Oh, but baby, if I wasn't holding [F] all these drinks
Real drinks, real drinks
Now something about the way
Violet whips her hair
Oh, still makes me empty my pockets
Holding caught in a corner, burning twenties as if I was the mayor
I don't [Bb] need any new friends
Cause I'm the mayor
Oh, but mama, I could really use [F] something to do
Oh, so if [Gm] you're up for some time
[Dm] I swear you wouldn't have to [F] be my mute
Oh, oh, oh, Heidegger and Sartre
Drinking poppy tea
Um, I could have sworn last night I passed out in my van
Now these guys are pouring one for me
I'd [Bb] never leave the canyon
Cause I'm surrounded [F] on all sides
Lord, but people [Gm] writing novels
[Dm] And living on [F] amusement rides
Yeah, but people [Gm] writing novels
[Dm]
And living lives [F] that look like mine
[F] I ran down the road, pants down to my knees
Screaming, please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me
And I'm [Bb] writing a novel, oh, because it's never been [F] done before
Oh, the first house that I saw, I wrote a house upon the door
Lord, and all the people who lived there, they had to get out
Because my reality is realer than yours, there's no [Bb] time in the present
Duh
Oh, and there's a black [F] dog on the bed
So I went to the backyard naturally to burn my only clothes
Oh, and the dog ran out and said, you can't turn nothing into nothingness with me no more
Well, [Bb] I'm no doctor
Oh, but that my monkey [F] might be right
Oh, and [C] if he [Dm] is, I'll be walking in [F] my whole life
Oh, oh, oh, on a dune buggy with Neil
He said, you're gonna have to drown me down on the beach if you ever want to write the real
I [Bb] said, I'd love to
One problem
Oh, young man, what was your [F] name again?
Now everywhere I go
In West Hollywood
Is filled with people pretending they don't see the actress
And the actress wishing that they could
We could [Bb] do ayahuasca Or whatever
Oh, but baby, if I wasn't holding [F] all these drinks
Real drinks, real drinks
Now something about the way
Violet whips her hair
Oh, still makes me empty my pockets
Holding caught in a corner, burning twenties as if I was the mayor
I don't [Bb] need any new friends
Cause I'm the mayor
Oh, but mama, I could really use [F] something to do
Oh, so if [Gm] you're up for some time
[Dm] I swear you wouldn't have to [F] be my mute
Oh, oh, oh, Heidegger and Sartre
Drinking poppy tea
Um, I could have sworn last night I passed out in my van
Now these guys are pouring one for me
I'd [Bb] never leave the canyon
Cause I'm surrounded [F] on all sides
Lord, but people [Gm] writing novels
[Dm] And living on [F] amusement rides
Yeah, but people [Gm] writing novels
[Dm]
And living lives [F] that look like mine
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[F] I ran down the road, pants down to my knees
Screaming, please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me
And I'm [Bb] writing a novel, _ _ _ oh, because it's never been [F] done before _ _ _ _ _
Oh, the first house that I saw, I wrote a house upon the door
Lord, and all the people who lived there, they had to get out
Because my reality is realer than yours, there's no [Bb] time in the present
_ Duh
Oh, and there's a black [F] dog on the bed
So _ _ _ I went to the backyard naturally to burn my only clothes
Oh, and the dog ran out and said, you can't turn nothing into nothingness with me no more
Well, [Bb] I'm no doctor
_ _ Oh, but that my monkey [F] might be right _ _ _ _
Oh, and [C] if he _ _ _ [Dm] is, I'll be walking in [F] my whole life _ _ _ _ _
Oh, oh, oh, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ on a dune buggy with Neil
He said, you're gonna have to drown me down on the beach if you ever want to write the real
I [Bb] said, I'd love to
One problem
Oh, young man, what was your [F] name again? _ _ _ _ _
Now everywhere I go
In West Hollywood
Is filled with people pretending they don't see the actress
And the actress wishing that they could
We could [Bb] do ayahuasca Or whatever
Oh, but baby, if I wasn't holding [F] all these drinks
Real drinks, real drinks _
_ Now something about the way
Violet whips her hair
Oh, still makes me empty my pockets
Holding caught in a corner, burning twenties as if I was the mayor
I don't [Bb] need any new friends
Cause I'm the mayor
Oh, but mama, I could really use [F] something to do
_ Oh, _ so if [Gm] you're up for some time
[Dm] _ I swear you wouldn't have to [F] be my mute _ _ _ _
Oh, oh, oh, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Heidegger and Sartre
Drinking poppy tea
Um, I could have sworn last night I passed out in my van
Now these guys are pouring one for me
I'd [Bb] never leave the canyon
_ _ _ Cause I'm surrounded [F] on all _ sides _ _
Lord, but people [Gm] writing novels
_ [Dm] _ And living on [F] amusement rides _ _ _
Yeah, but people [Gm] writing novels
_ [Dm] _ _
And living lives [F] that look like mine _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] I ran down the road, pants down to my knees
Screaming, please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me
And I'm [Bb] writing a novel, _ _ _ oh, because it's never been [F] done before _ _ _ _ _
Oh, the first house that I saw, I wrote a house upon the door
Lord, and all the people who lived there, they had to get out
Because my reality is realer than yours, there's no [Bb] time in the present
_ Duh
Oh, and there's a black [F] dog on the bed
So _ _ _ I went to the backyard naturally to burn my only clothes
Oh, and the dog ran out and said, you can't turn nothing into nothingness with me no more
Well, [Bb] I'm no doctor
_ _ Oh, but that my monkey [F] might be right _ _ _ _
Oh, and [C] if he _ _ _ [Dm] is, I'll be walking in [F] my whole life _ _ _ _ _
Oh, oh, oh, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ on a dune buggy with Neil
He said, you're gonna have to drown me down on the beach if you ever want to write the real
I [Bb] said, I'd love to
One problem
Oh, young man, what was your [F] name again? _ _ _ _ _
Now everywhere I go
In West Hollywood
Is filled with people pretending they don't see the actress
And the actress wishing that they could
We could [Bb] do ayahuasca Or whatever
Oh, but baby, if I wasn't holding [F] all these drinks
Real drinks, real drinks _
_ Now something about the way
Violet whips her hair
Oh, still makes me empty my pockets
Holding caught in a corner, burning twenties as if I was the mayor
I don't [Bb] need any new friends
Cause I'm the mayor
Oh, but mama, I could really use [F] something to do
_ Oh, _ so if [Gm] you're up for some time
[Dm] _ I swear you wouldn't have to [F] be my mute _ _ _ _
Oh, oh, oh, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Heidegger and Sartre
Drinking poppy tea
Um, I could have sworn last night I passed out in my van
Now these guys are pouring one for me
I'd [Bb] never leave the canyon
_ _ _ Cause I'm surrounded [F] on all _ sides _ _
Lord, but people [Gm] writing novels
_ [Dm] _ And living on [F] amusement rides _ _ _
Yeah, but people [Gm] writing novels
_ [Dm] _ _
And living lives [F] that look like mine _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _