Chords for Ursula Rucker - This (WIth Jazzanova)

_ _ [F#] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[Cm] _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[Cm] _ _ [F#] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[Cm] _ [F#] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _
If my [F#m] heart were made of bone, _ _ _
[F#] it would [D] shatter.
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _
If my heart [A] were made of bone, [D] _ _ _
it would shatter.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Cm]
[F#] Were it made of [D] stone, _ _ it would crumble, _ _ crumble, _ [Am] _
[E] crumble.
[D] _ _ _ _ _
[B] Were it made of stone, it would crumble. _ _
Even a still heart would buckle under the weight of [C] this, [D] this hurting, _ this intangible,
_ [B]
this, _ _ this hurting, [E] _ this pain with no visible [D] wound to speak of, _ this, [B] _
_ _ this hurting, [E] this
clenching, _ [D] undiagnosable tightness in my chest that leaves me breathless, _ this, _ _ _ [Em] _
[B] this
_ _ [C] _ _ _ bloody pumping, pulsing, gross and beautiful, amazing, aorta thing with valves and ventricles
and chambers _ [B] beating, _ _ beating with life. _
But I ain't living.
_ _ This ain't living.
_ _ No, this ain't living.
_ _ _ _ _ This ain't living.
_ _ _ This ain't. _
_ _ [B] _ _ And ain't no doctor can remedy this ill.
There ain't no pill and God seems to have left me hanging.
_ And my attempts at prayer seem to fail cause _ ain't no heart in them. _ _
_ _ And [Am] the company of misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, _ and [E] _ _
_ _ the company of
misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, _ _ _ when [Em] _ _ this type of hurt [E] comes down on
you, comes [Em] down on you like an unrelenting rain with such a cold wet driving it _ _ blinds
you, _ _ immobilizes you, couldn't duck it even if you tried it's all around you, all over
you, coming down on you like, _ _ [B] coming down on you like, _ _ _ coming down on you _ like, [B] _ _ _ [Em] _
and
[G] when you think [Em] you don't outrun it, [F#] this, [Am] this [F#] hurt catch you, [Em] stop you, dead hold [A] you,
right [F#] in the middle of a laugh, a [B] smile, _ _
[A] right [Em] in the middle of a laugh, a smile. _ _ _
_ [E] It's ugly this, _ makes you sink [Em] like, remember the wicked witch melted but really she sank
down into that trap door [G] and floor on the Wizard of Oz, [Bm] lower than that, [G] worse than
just melting, [B] lower than the trap door and the floor [Bm] cause that shit [C] was fake.
_ [B] This shit is real, _ _ _ [A] _
[Em] this shit [B] is real, _ _ _ _ [D] realer than an original gangster, realer than the
black, black entrance to [Cm] the cotton [Em] club, realer than birthing [F#m] big head baby boys [D] out
of that dare with no drugs, [G]
realer than fucking, [D] _ realer than fucking, _ [Am]
[B] realer than fucking.
_ _ _ _ Cause you can shake an OG's [D] hand and you can turn the knob on that back black door [F#] and
you can hear that coochie pop [D] and hold that little wonder and put him to your [Em] dick and
make him suckle _ and you can taste the soft sweat, big nails and skin when it gets good.
_ _ Rebel yell with no thought to open window in summer when it's more better, and that's
real, _ oh that's real, _ and that's real, _ oh that's real, _ oh that's real, _ oh that's real.
_ But to me, ain't nothing realer than a pain and a weight, so heavy and strong, you feel
it like a bullet, like an acne anvil, but you can't even hold it, you can't even see
it, you can't even hear it, but it gots a phantom grip on your heart, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ but it gots a
phantom grip on your heart, _ now that's real, _ don't tell me that's not real, _ cause you don't
even know me and you don't know my pain, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't
no company to me, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't no company to me, this
is mine, _ _ this, _ this hurting, _ _ this, _ this hurting, _ _ [B] this, _ this hurting, _ _ this, _ _ and _ all I know is
this, _ _ if _ _ _ my heart were made of bone, _ _ it would shatter, _ _ if my heart were made of bone, it would _ shatter,
_ if my heart were made of bone, it would _ shatter. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _