Chords for Walter Becker, "Darkling Down"

[Em] _ _ [D#] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C#] _ _
[C] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#] _ _ [F] _ [Gm] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ [C#] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, along in the 21st [Cm] hour, when the whole damn grid goes down, [G] this is how a party gets
started, in for a penny, in for a pound. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
All at once [A] the whole joint goes [G] quiet, and all the [A] wavy lines go smooth.
[Gm] One [A] fool among [G] fools is wondering, what [A] happened if I died too soon?
[G] Well, get back with your damn stony realism, big baddies on a glory run,
getting down on the cellular [C] level, just in case they got to call someone.
[Dm] Darkling down [C] on a [Dm] darkling plane, [Am] and the gym back now,
[G] remember [Am] this man [Cm] ran.
[G] _
Darkling [C] down on the [Dm] balls of his [Am] hands, while it rays and [G] waves, while the [C] storm do pass.
[G] _ _
[Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] Let me [C#] show you where the good thing [G] happens, it's a [C#] barbershop in [Em] Inglewood.
Too [A] bad we won't [Em] get past the bouncer, sadly I've been [A] banned for [Gm] good. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] Well, there's a coffee shop [G] right around the corner, the [A] proprietor knows my name.
[Gm] Cup [A] of Joe and [C#] a fixin' [Gm] hair, now [C#] you're ready for the big party.
[Fm] Steady son, come [G] seven, come eleven, if it's the one of us we can't have that high.
Must be hell if the deal gets dicey, [C] milk and honey in the vine.
[Dm] Darkling down, [C] it's a damn [B] disgrace, [Am] _
going round and round [G] in a loose ball [Am] [G] place.
[Dm] Darkling [C] down, with a hole in [B] his [Am] soul, that he can't [G] explain, that he can't [Am] control.
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[Em] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [G#m] _ _ [F#] _
[C#] _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D#] _ _ _ [G#m] _ [C#] _ _ _
[D] For the fun of all the [C] money, for the fuck of it, it doesn't make a dice.
Listen [Am] friend, this is no damn picnic, but let's imagine for a minute that it [E] was.
Who will feast on this buzz since it ain't quick?
Who will render my [A] heroic [E] quest?
Who will choke on my lacrimosa musings?
Who will [A] eat my zero [G] dust?
Who will weld this muke stick to Nick?
Who shall gorge on this cup of cuffed flame?
Who will sing about the good, the bad, and [C] ugly, and all and everything individually?
[F] Darkling down, [C] this is God's good [Dm] [Am] man, God is hands and [G] knees, living [Am] God's good plan.
[G] _ _
Darkling [C] down, and we don't [B] know [Dm] still, [Am] where to come around, [G] if he will [C] go away.
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[Dm] Darkling [C] down, on a zero [Dm] G dive, [Am] that we just can't say, [G] will the fool [C] survive?
[G] _
[Dm] Darkling down, [C] in a seven [B] G turn, [F#] growing like [G] a cone, in the afterburn. _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [B] _ _ [Am] _ _
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[Dm] _ [C] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
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