Chords for Parquet Courts - Content Nausea - Live du Grand Journal

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_ [A] _ _ [E] I'm not a fool for a [Gb] piece of your baby [E] suit.
Now the con and Jeff Rez.
This is a morning view of these planes, of these drugs, of these bodies, of these lives.
People need some space to use this.
[Em] All this stuff that I know [E] about.
Folks will say to some folks,
Oh, life is basically done, let go of the memory, of the dream.
Life's a [B] hometown fantasy.
[E] On a screen or at a distance.
[Bb] Life's a best-when-dialysis.
People wait, people rant.
Modern [D] life is what [E] it's set.
Pretty pictures, pretty life.
I've [Am] been in jail once [E] or twice.
Out the back, but not today.
Trust [B] the loop, but it's hard [Ab] to stay.
In the grips of that [E] picture, shooting down.
[G] In the strip, but it's never quite as [Em] good as the black.
Like the loose, but it gets fast.
Heartbreak, you and me.
This [E] song's about a human growth.
I'm alive, but I'm human, though.
I'm alive, but I'm human, though. _ _ _
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_ _ [C] And am I under some [A] spell?
Do [B] my thoughts belong to me?
Or just [Bm] some slogan I adjusted to save time?
[D] _ [F] It's not just missing [Em] people.
_ It had no one, hardly no one.
[A] It had shapes, it had lights.
[E] Some were flashing, most flew.
But [Bb] me, I couldn't [E] look away.
But still, no one came or [Bb] left.
It just [E] stayed. _ _
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[Bb] Too [A] much, not [E] enough.
_ _ Overconfident by [A] nothing.
[E] Grounded by sparseness.
Guided by darkness.
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[E] Content, that's what [A] you call it.
[Em] An infant screaming in every room of your gut.
Ledge from modern [Bb] attention, but best left [E] unattended.
Now [Am] gather the pixels and the dust [E] of the digital age to our [A] being.
With what [E] do I watch?
For us, the music.
My friend walks the same path every day.
[D] Shoot the stairwell, focus in Stakota.
Ignoring best [A] we can, the consequential [E] [D] reality. _ _ _
That it folds in a naked sprint from screen to [Eb] [E] screen.
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_ [E] Scrolling binary ghettos [Bb] for escape, for [E] a mind move.
_ _ [Dm] This would be a good year [E] to free poets from [D] the back-patting dungeons of [E] content and comment.
To free artists from empty and vulgar broadcasting ritual.
[F] But this year it became harder to be tender.
Harder to [A] remember.
Meeting [B] a friend, [E] writing a letter, beating laws [Bb] like essential [E] organs removed.
They're only weighing you [A] down.
[Em] Ignore this part, it's an advertisement.
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These people [D] are famous, I trust them.
Protesters stayed home this time around.
Some never even enlisted.
Some never [E] fired the first shots.
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_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ I'm blessed and I'm beneath.
Been around long enough to know.
Let the dust slowly leave.
Just another.
Keep it moving.
Just another.
Do the right.
Just another.
_ One more thing you have to buy.
Just another.
Two more things.
One more thing is all you need.
Do the right.
Do the stinking.
[E] One thing is easier than the kitchen.
$50.
$50 an hour.
$50 a place to go.
Now it's nothing.
But it's not.
Love me.
[A] It's not my [E] love.
I've been safe for a hundred nights.
I was lost up to the bone.
I'm nothing.
I was fired.
I'm a landmine.
I was fired.
I'm a landmine. _ _ _ _ _
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