Chords for minimal compact - nil nil
Tempo:
124 bpm
Chords used:
F
E
Fm
Em
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F]
[Bb]
[F]
[E]
[F]
I'm [E] obstructing my [Fm] home,
because my thoughts feel alone
and my neighbors got wrong.
[E]
[Fm] And my [F] war is at dawn,
all the dogs on my wall
and my ancient console.
And I'm painting the floor,
because it's [E] really too [Fm] tall
and your [Em] checkbook's too [F] small.
I'm an artist of north,
it's just some polar console
for the mother of course.
[Fm]
[Am]
But first of all,
there's nothing we can't,
scratching the sun as we go.
[G]
[Em] Not yet decided,
it's giving away [Fm] choice.
Only choice,
always choice,
lonely choice.
[Am]
Madness or madness,
there's some word we know,
crossing the lines,
words are wrong.
[Em]
Not yet decided,
only left to break,
[Fm] choice, only choice,
always choice,
lonely choice.
[E]
[F] [Eb]
[Fm]
I [Eb]
[F] [E]
[F] distracted my dog,
by the hand that we must,
but the [E] lesson [F] was lost.
Am I worried or not?
Dr.
Jacob was caught,
stealing Mr.
Hatfrog.
[Fm] So I write off the eyes,
and leave my to cry,
[E] just [F] in time.
I'm an artist of north,
William Burroughs of sorts,
critics love it,
pause.
[Fm]
[Am] But first of all,
there's nothing we can't,
scratching the sun as we go.
[Em] Not yet decided,
it's giving [G] away [F] choice.
Only choice,
always choice,
[Fm] lonely choice.
[Am] Madness or madness,
there's some word we know,
crossing the lines,
words are wrong.
[Em]
Not yet decided,
only left to [F] break,
choice, only choice,
always choice,
lonely choice.
[Fm]
[F] [F] [E]
[F] [E] [F]
[Eb] [F]
[E] [F] [C]
[F] Nothing at all,
nothing [F] at all,
nothing [Db] at all.
We live in a [F] piece of world,
nothing at all,
nothing
[Bb]
[F]
[E]
[F]
I'm [E] obstructing my [Fm] home,
because my thoughts feel alone
and my neighbors got wrong.
[E]
[Fm] And my [F] war is at dawn,
all the dogs on my wall
and my ancient console.
And I'm painting the floor,
because it's [E] really too [Fm] tall
and your [Em] checkbook's too [F] small.
I'm an artist of north,
it's just some polar console
for the mother of course.
[Fm]
[Am]
But first of all,
there's nothing we can't,
scratching the sun as we go.
[G]
[Em] Not yet decided,
it's giving away [Fm] choice.
Only choice,
always choice,
lonely choice.
[Am]
Madness or madness,
there's some word we know,
crossing the lines,
words are wrong.
[Em]
Not yet decided,
only left to break,
[Fm] choice, only choice,
always choice,
lonely choice.
[E]
[F] [Eb]
[Fm]
I [Eb]
[F] [E]
[F] distracted my dog,
by the hand that we must,
but the [E] lesson [F] was lost.
Am I worried or not?
Dr.
Jacob was caught,
stealing Mr.
Hatfrog.
[Fm] So I write off the eyes,
and leave my to cry,
[E] just [F] in time.
I'm an artist of north,
William Burroughs of sorts,
critics love it,
pause.
[Fm]
[Am] But first of all,
there's nothing we can't,
scratching the sun as we go.
[Em] Not yet decided,
it's giving [G] away [F] choice.
Only choice,
always choice,
[Fm] lonely choice.
[Am] Madness or madness,
there's some word we know,
crossing the lines,
words are wrong.
[Em]
Not yet decided,
only left to [F] break,
choice, only choice,
always choice,
lonely choice.
[Fm]
[F] [F] [E]
[F] [E] [F]
[Eb] [F]
[E] [F] [C]
[F] Nothing at all,
nothing [F] at all,
nothing [Db] at all.
We live in a [F] piece of world,
nothing at all,
nothing
Key:
F
E
Fm
Em
Am
F
E
Fm
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm [E] obstructing my [Fm] home,
because my thoughts feel alone
and my neighbors got wrong.
_ [E] _
[Fm] And my [F] war is at dawn,
all the dogs on my wall
and my ancient console. _ _ _
_ And I'm painting the floor,
because it's [E] really too [Fm] tall
and your [Em] checkbook's too [F] small. _ _
_ I'm an artist of north,
it's just some polar console
for the mother of course. _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am]
But first of all,
there's nothing we can't,
scratching the sun as we go.
_ [G] _
[Em] Not yet decided,
it's giving away [Fm] _ choice.
Only choice,
always choice,
lonely _ choice. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ Madness or madness,
there's some word we know,
crossing the lines,
words are wrong.
[Em] _
Not yet decided,
only left to break,
[Fm] choice, _ only choice, _
always choice,
lonely _ choice. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ I _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ distracted my dog,
by the hand that we must,
but the [E] lesson [F] was lost. _ _
_ Am I worried or not?
Dr.
Jacob was caught,
stealing Mr.
Hatfrog. _ _ _
_ [Fm] So I write off the eyes,
and leave my to cry,
[E] just [F] in time. _ _
_ I'm an artist of north,
William Burroughs of sorts,
critics love it,
pause. _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] But first of all,
there's nothing we can't,
scratching the sun as we go. _ _
[Em] Not yet decided,
it's giving [G] away [F] _ choice.
Only choice,
always choice,
[Fm] _ lonely choice. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ Madness or madness,
there's some word we know,
crossing the lines,
words are wrong.
[Em] _
Not yet decided,
only left to [F] break,
choice, only choice, _
always choice,
lonely choice. _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ _ [E] _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
[F] _ _ Nothing at all,
nothing [F] at all,
nothing [Db] at all.
We live in a [F] piece of world,
nothing at all,
nothing
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm [E] obstructing my [Fm] home,
because my thoughts feel alone
and my neighbors got wrong.
_ [E] _
[Fm] And my [F] war is at dawn,
all the dogs on my wall
and my ancient console. _ _ _
_ And I'm painting the floor,
because it's [E] really too [Fm] tall
and your [Em] checkbook's too [F] small. _ _
_ I'm an artist of north,
it's just some polar console
for the mother of course. _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am]
But first of all,
there's nothing we can't,
scratching the sun as we go.
_ [G] _
[Em] Not yet decided,
it's giving away [Fm] _ choice.
Only choice,
always choice,
lonely _ choice. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ Madness or madness,
there's some word we know,
crossing the lines,
words are wrong.
[Em] _
Not yet decided,
only left to break,
[Fm] choice, _ only choice, _
always choice,
lonely _ choice. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ I _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ distracted my dog,
by the hand that we must,
but the [E] lesson [F] was lost. _ _
_ Am I worried or not?
Dr.
Jacob was caught,
stealing Mr.
Hatfrog. _ _ _
_ [Fm] So I write off the eyes,
and leave my to cry,
[E] just [F] in time. _ _
_ I'm an artist of north,
William Burroughs of sorts,
critics love it,
pause. _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] But first of all,
there's nothing we can't,
scratching the sun as we go. _ _
[Em] Not yet decided,
it's giving [G] away [F] _ choice.
Only choice,
always choice,
[Fm] _ lonely choice. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ Madness or madness,
there's some word we know,
crossing the lines,
words are wrong.
[Em] _
Not yet decided,
only left to [F] break,
choice, only choice, _
always choice,
lonely choice. _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ _ [E] _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
[F] _ _ Nothing at all,
nothing [F] at all,
nothing [Db] at all.
We live in a [F] piece of world,
nothing at all,
nothing