Chords for Joseph Arthur - I Miss The Zoo (Live on KEXP)
Tempo:
105.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Joseph Arthur is playing tonight at the Triple Door and it sounds like an art
show as well and if you have time for one more song.
Yeah I'll do one from the
Boogie Christ album.
Oh what a treat.
I miss
[C] [G]
[F] [C]
[F] [C]
[G]
[D] [F]
the [C] [G]
[C]
[F] [C]
[G]
[D] [C]
[G] [C] [G]
[F] [C]
[F] [C]
[G]
[D]
drunk, I miss the fiend, I [C] miss the simplicity of [G] addiction in the sea.
I miss [C] wandering aimlessly in half-dead suits with rats for eyes to know forgiveness
and the will to apologize.
I miss the return and no return as I burn and
avalanches of [G] white snow and yellow cocaine.
I miss talking to brick walls
while following the grain [C] and human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy.
Stuff with counterfeit money for Cairo and black honey.
[G]
I miss [F] illusions begging to
be [C] chased even as they disappear into me erase until there [F] is no one or nothing
but the [C] chase and a powdery ghost in no face or face.
[G] The woman of my dreams
disappearing without grace.
[D] [C] I miss the zoo, [D]
I miss the zoo, [C]
I [F] miss the zoo.
[C] [G]
[C] I miss evolving
into a cloud of blue marijuana blown from the lips of hookers and [G] pimps as we
shake each other down in the alleys for the damned but [C] mighty with no one but the
weak around and the beautiful unsightly.
[D] I miss numb Neanderthals marching in
rows of living [C] dead from my wisdom teeth to Spain and [G] back again in my head.
I miss salvation in syringes [D] and angels of mercy and blooms of smoke numbing [C] rain
which drinks when thirsty.
I miss [A] glasses full of spirits who [C] without
tongues speak to me of [G]
Napoleon's wild nights.
I miss staying up for days and
[C] becoming a psychic pretzel flying kites chewed on by [F] a Zulu heading with toads
to Marth.
[C] A mysterious prison in one without [G] bars.
[D] [C] I miss the zoo, [D] I miss the zoo, [F] [C]
I [F] miss the zoo.
[C]
[G]
[D] [C] I miss waking in the arms of strangers like puppies [G] just born [C] in the pound to a
dead [G] mother with eyes sealed [C] shut looking for a tooth to suck in other
dangers.
When the night before laughter was our only pursuit.
[F] Even as knives
carved up our backs [C] and demons out like Buddha's eating fruit.
[G] Meditating on hate
forever in our minds.
I miss exposing even my [D] bones and the need that [C] rewinds.
Even my burning home, even my gutted inner child, even my dead grandfather
beneath the [G] ground with wild.
Even my criminal family, [C] even my weed whacker
thought cooking a thin plastic string to cut the ears off others as I sing.
I miss
Van Gogh's revenge, I miss his nightly binge.
I miss [G] spiders surrounding my bed
and lifting me as if an effigy or a dead king or a prophet of [C] doom.
A Jesus for
the apocalypse wearing dirt like perfume or a mother for Satan or a ghost for all
the children [G] of abuse and taking me [C] into the fire watching me burn like [C] a goose
as they sing.
In spite of voices there goes creation, [D] there goes the moon, there
goes the butterfly [C] wanting a cocoon.
I miss being a [G] bloom and a goon waking up
too soon in the afternoon.
A doctor of regret hanging on to [C] guitar strings in
tune and hanging by a belt wrapped around some pipe to know where I felt.
My
lips too wrapped around what appears [G] to be stained glass as religious [F] figures
dress like [C] rock with class.
Burn into gas to the center of my brain.
The [F] euphoria
of dying and being born all at once.
[C] By wearing a hat that reads [G] Dunn's.
[D] [C] I miss the gym.
[G]
I miss the [F] gym.
[C] [C]
[F] I miss the gym.
[C]
[G]
[D] [C] I miss the gym.
[G]
I miss [F] the gym.
[C]
[F] I miss the gym.
[C] [Cm] [G]
[C] [F] I miss the gym.
[E] Joseph Arthur in studio with a little sneak peek at the yet-to-be-determined
Boogie Christ project.
That was exciting.
That was very good.
Thank you.
And the new
album also very, very good.
The [N] graduation ceremony.
Thanks so much for
coming by and sharing some songs with us today.
Joseph playing.
Always appreciate it.
Thank you.
Tonight playing at the Triple Door here in Seattle and then what's up for you?
Then I'm going back to Brooklyn for, I'm doing Mountain Stage at some point in
West Virginia I think in October, early October.
Then I'm going on tour in the
Europe with Josh Radin.
Fun.
Yeah, it should be good.
You have a good life.
I have a
really, I'm very grateful.
I'm lucky.
Yeah, well we're lucky to have you here.
It's
Joseph Arthur live on KEXP Seattle.
Thank you.
show as well and if you have time for one more song.
Yeah I'll do one from the
Boogie Christ album.
Oh what a treat.
I miss
[C] [G]
[F] [C]
[F] [C]
[G]
[D] [F]
the [C] [G]
[C]
[F] [C]
[G]
[D] [C]
[G] [C] [G]
[F] [C]
[F] [C]
[G]
[D]
drunk, I miss the fiend, I [C] miss the simplicity of [G] addiction in the sea.
I miss [C] wandering aimlessly in half-dead suits with rats for eyes to know forgiveness
and the will to apologize.
I miss the return and no return as I burn and
avalanches of [G] white snow and yellow cocaine.
I miss talking to brick walls
while following the grain [C] and human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy.
Stuff with counterfeit money for Cairo and black honey.
[G]
I miss [F] illusions begging to
be [C] chased even as they disappear into me erase until there [F] is no one or nothing
but the [C] chase and a powdery ghost in no face or face.
[G] The woman of my dreams
disappearing without grace.
[D] [C] I miss the zoo, [D]
I miss the zoo, [C]
I [F] miss the zoo.
[C] [G]
[C] I miss evolving
into a cloud of blue marijuana blown from the lips of hookers and [G] pimps as we
shake each other down in the alleys for the damned but [C] mighty with no one but the
weak around and the beautiful unsightly.
[D] I miss numb Neanderthals marching in
rows of living [C] dead from my wisdom teeth to Spain and [G] back again in my head.
I miss salvation in syringes [D] and angels of mercy and blooms of smoke numbing [C] rain
which drinks when thirsty.
I miss [A] glasses full of spirits who [C] without
tongues speak to me of [G]
Napoleon's wild nights.
I miss staying up for days and
[C] becoming a psychic pretzel flying kites chewed on by [F] a Zulu heading with toads
to Marth.
[C] A mysterious prison in one without [G] bars.
[D] [C] I miss the zoo, [D] I miss the zoo, [F] [C]
I [F] miss the zoo.
[C]
[G]
[D] [C] I miss waking in the arms of strangers like puppies [G] just born [C] in the pound to a
dead [G] mother with eyes sealed [C] shut looking for a tooth to suck in other
dangers.
When the night before laughter was our only pursuit.
[F] Even as knives
carved up our backs [C] and demons out like Buddha's eating fruit.
[G] Meditating on hate
forever in our minds.
I miss exposing even my [D] bones and the need that [C] rewinds.
Even my burning home, even my gutted inner child, even my dead grandfather
beneath the [G] ground with wild.
Even my criminal family, [C] even my weed whacker
thought cooking a thin plastic string to cut the ears off others as I sing.
I miss
Van Gogh's revenge, I miss his nightly binge.
I miss [G] spiders surrounding my bed
and lifting me as if an effigy or a dead king or a prophet of [C] doom.
A Jesus for
the apocalypse wearing dirt like perfume or a mother for Satan or a ghost for all
the children [G] of abuse and taking me [C] into the fire watching me burn like [C] a goose
as they sing.
In spite of voices there goes creation, [D] there goes the moon, there
goes the butterfly [C] wanting a cocoon.
I miss being a [G] bloom and a goon waking up
too soon in the afternoon.
A doctor of regret hanging on to [C] guitar strings in
tune and hanging by a belt wrapped around some pipe to know where I felt.
My
lips too wrapped around what appears [G] to be stained glass as religious [F] figures
dress like [C] rock with class.
Burn into gas to the center of my brain.
The [F] euphoria
of dying and being born all at once.
[C] By wearing a hat that reads [G] Dunn's.
[D] [C] I miss the gym.
[G]
I miss the [F] gym.
[C] [C]
[F] I miss the gym.
[C]
[G]
[D] [C] I miss the gym.
[G]
I miss [F] the gym.
[C]
[F] I miss the gym.
[C] [Cm] [G]
[C] [F] I miss the gym.
[E] Joseph Arthur in studio with a little sneak peek at the yet-to-be-determined
Boogie Christ project.
That was exciting.
That was very good.
Thank you.
And the new
album also very, very good.
The [N] graduation ceremony.
Thanks so much for
coming by and sharing some songs with us today.
Joseph playing.
Always appreciate it.
Thank you.
Tonight playing at the Triple Door here in Seattle and then what's up for you?
Then I'm going back to Brooklyn for, I'm doing Mountain Stage at some point in
West Virginia I think in October, early October.
Then I'm going on tour in the
Europe with Josh Radin.
Fun.
Yeah, it should be good.
You have a good life.
I have a
really, I'm very grateful.
I'm lucky.
Yeah, well we're lucky to have you here.
It's
Joseph Arthur live on KEXP Seattle.
Thank you.
Key:
C
G
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D
A
C
G
F
_ Joseph Arthur is playing tonight at the Triple Door and it sounds like an art
show as well and if you have time for one more song.
Yeah I'll do one from the
Boogie Christ album.
Oh what a treat.
I miss _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [F] _
_ the [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
drunk, I miss the fiend, I [C] miss the simplicity of [G] addiction in the sea.
I miss [C] wandering aimlessly in half-dead suits with rats for eyes to know forgiveness
and the will to apologize.
I miss the return and no return as I burn and
avalanches of [G] white snow and yellow cocaine.
I miss talking to brick walls
while following the grain [C] and human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy.
Stuff with counterfeit money for Cairo and black honey.
[G]
I miss [F] illusions begging to
be [C] chased even as they disappear into me erase until there [F] is no one or nothing
but the [C] chase and a powdery ghost in no face or face.
[G] The woman of my dreams
disappearing without grace.
_ _ [D] _ _ [C] I miss the zoo, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D]
I miss the zoo, _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ I [F] miss the zoo. _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ I miss evolving
into a cloud of blue marijuana blown from the lips of hookers and [G] pimps as we
shake each other down in the alleys for the damned but [C] mighty with no one but the
weak around and the beautiful unsightly.
[D] I miss numb Neanderthals marching in
rows of living [C] dead from my wisdom teeth to Spain and [G] back again in my head.
I miss salvation in syringes [D] and angels of mercy and blooms of smoke numbing [C] rain
which drinks when thirsty.
I miss [A] glasses full of spirits who [C] without
tongues speak to me of [G]
Napoleon's wild nights.
I miss staying up for days and
[C] becoming a psychic pretzel flying kites chewed on by [F] a Zulu heading with toads
to Marth.
[C] A mysterious prison in one without [G] bars. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] I miss the zoo, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] I miss the zoo, [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ I [F] miss the zoo.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ I miss waking in the arms of strangers like puppies [G] just born [C] in the pound to a
dead [G] mother with eyes sealed [C] shut looking for a tooth to suck in other
dangers.
When the night before laughter was our only pursuit.
[F] Even as knives
carved up our backs [C] and demons out like Buddha's eating fruit.
[G] Meditating on hate
forever in our minds.
I miss exposing even my [D] bones and the need that [C] rewinds.
Even my burning home, even my gutted inner child, even my dead grandfather
beneath the [G] ground with wild.
Even my criminal family, [C] even my weed whacker
thought cooking a thin plastic string to cut the ears off others as I sing.
I miss
Van Gogh's revenge, I miss his nightly binge.
I miss [G] spiders surrounding my bed
and lifting me as if an effigy or a dead king or a prophet of [C] doom.
A Jesus for
the apocalypse wearing dirt like perfume or a mother for Satan or a ghost for all
the children [G] of abuse and taking me [C] into the fire watching me burn like [C] a goose
as they sing.
In spite of voices there goes creation, [D] there goes the moon, there
goes the butterfly [C] wanting a cocoon.
I miss being a [G] bloom and a goon waking up
too soon in the afternoon.
A doctor of regret hanging on to [C] guitar strings in
tune and hanging by a belt wrapped around some pipe to know where I felt.
My
lips too wrapped around what appears [G] to be stained glass as religious [F] figures
dress like [C] rock with class.
Burn into gas to the center of my brain.
The [F] euphoria
of dying and being born all at once.
[C] By wearing a hat that reads [G] Dunn's. _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ I miss the gym.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
I miss the [F] gym.
_ [C] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [F] I miss the gym.
_ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [C] _ I miss the gym.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
I miss [F] the gym.
_ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] I miss the gym. _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Cm] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [F] I miss the gym. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] Joseph Arthur in studio with a little sneak peek at the yet-to-be-determined
Boogie Christ project.
That was exciting.
That was very good.
Thank you.
And the new
album also very, very good.
The [N] graduation ceremony.
Thanks so much for
coming by and sharing some songs with us today.
Joseph playing.
Always appreciate it.
Thank you.
Tonight playing at the Triple Door here in Seattle and then what's up for you?
Then I'm going back to Brooklyn for, I'm doing Mountain Stage at some point in
West Virginia I think in October, early October.
Then I'm going on tour in the
Europe with Josh Radin.
Fun.
Yeah, it should be good.
You have a good life.
I have a
really, I'm very grateful.
I'm lucky.
Yeah, well we're lucky to have you here.
It's
Joseph Arthur live on KEXP Seattle.
Thank you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
show as well and if you have time for one more song.
Yeah I'll do one from the
Boogie Christ album.
Oh what a treat.
I miss _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [F] _
_ the [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
drunk, I miss the fiend, I [C] miss the simplicity of [G] addiction in the sea.
I miss [C] wandering aimlessly in half-dead suits with rats for eyes to know forgiveness
and the will to apologize.
I miss the return and no return as I burn and
avalanches of [G] white snow and yellow cocaine.
I miss talking to brick walls
while following the grain [C] and human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy.
Stuff with counterfeit money for Cairo and black honey.
[G]
I miss [F] illusions begging to
be [C] chased even as they disappear into me erase until there [F] is no one or nothing
but the [C] chase and a powdery ghost in no face or face.
[G] The woman of my dreams
disappearing without grace.
_ _ [D] _ _ [C] I miss the zoo, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D]
I miss the zoo, _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ I [F] miss the zoo. _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ I miss evolving
into a cloud of blue marijuana blown from the lips of hookers and [G] pimps as we
shake each other down in the alleys for the damned but [C] mighty with no one but the
weak around and the beautiful unsightly.
[D] I miss numb Neanderthals marching in
rows of living [C] dead from my wisdom teeth to Spain and [G] back again in my head.
I miss salvation in syringes [D] and angels of mercy and blooms of smoke numbing [C] rain
which drinks when thirsty.
I miss [A] glasses full of spirits who [C] without
tongues speak to me of [G]
Napoleon's wild nights.
I miss staying up for days and
[C] becoming a psychic pretzel flying kites chewed on by [F] a Zulu heading with toads
to Marth.
[C] A mysterious prison in one without [G] bars. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] I miss the zoo, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] I miss the zoo, [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ I [F] miss the zoo.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ I miss waking in the arms of strangers like puppies [G] just born [C] in the pound to a
dead [G] mother with eyes sealed [C] shut looking for a tooth to suck in other
dangers.
When the night before laughter was our only pursuit.
[F] Even as knives
carved up our backs [C] and demons out like Buddha's eating fruit.
[G] Meditating on hate
forever in our minds.
I miss exposing even my [D] bones and the need that [C] rewinds.
Even my burning home, even my gutted inner child, even my dead grandfather
beneath the [G] ground with wild.
Even my criminal family, [C] even my weed whacker
thought cooking a thin plastic string to cut the ears off others as I sing.
I miss
Van Gogh's revenge, I miss his nightly binge.
I miss [G] spiders surrounding my bed
and lifting me as if an effigy or a dead king or a prophet of [C] doom.
A Jesus for
the apocalypse wearing dirt like perfume or a mother for Satan or a ghost for all
the children [G] of abuse and taking me [C] into the fire watching me burn like [C] a goose
as they sing.
In spite of voices there goes creation, [D] there goes the moon, there
goes the butterfly [C] wanting a cocoon.
I miss being a [G] bloom and a goon waking up
too soon in the afternoon.
A doctor of regret hanging on to [C] guitar strings in
tune and hanging by a belt wrapped around some pipe to know where I felt.
My
lips too wrapped around what appears [G] to be stained glass as religious [F] figures
dress like [C] rock with class.
Burn into gas to the center of my brain.
The [F] euphoria
of dying and being born all at once.
[C] By wearing a hat that reads [G] Dunn's. _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ I miss the gym.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
I miss the [F] gym.
_ [C] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [F] I miss the gym.
_ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [C] _ I miss the gym.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
I miss [F] the gym.
_ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] I miss the gym. _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Cm] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [F] I miss the gym. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] Joseph Arthur in studio with a little sneak peek at the yet-to-be-determined
Boogie Christ project.
That was exciting.
That was very good.
Thank you.
And the new
album also very, very good.
The [N] graduation ceremony.
Thanks so much for
coming by and sharing some songs with us today.
Joseph playing.
Always appreciate it.
Thank you.
Tonight playing at the Triple Door here in Seattle and then what's up for you?
Then I'm going back to Brooklyn for, I'm doing Mountain Stage at some point in
West Virginia I think in October, early October.
Then I'm going on tour in the
Europe with Josh Radin.
Fun.
Yeah, it should be good.
You have a good life.
I have a
really, I'm very grateful.
I'm lucky.
Yeah, well we're lucky to have you here.
It's
Joseph Arthur live on KEXP Seattle.
Thank you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _