Chords for Wulf

_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [G] _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [G] _ [Dm] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] I will say that I'm a bit be numb at the present.
_ When I was a pubescent pup with my purity affecting my teary eyes, I went prostrate
on the floor of an abyss.
My situation was dire, _ for my own bowels were resembling an Asian horticologist's pride and joy.
_ _ And try as I might, the apex of the pit was beyond my capture. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Near [D] the climax of my yawning, a youth gazed over the neck of my head. _ _
I expected the root to stone me, made a throw of his bloodlusting hunting hounds inside
the ring of my confines.
_ _ He acting the [Dm] Caesar to what would be my crystal _ of the head. _ _ _
Yet, [D] as he bore into me with his judging regard,
his large heart rose on the end of his merciful thumb.
This gallant maneuver, the torpid limb of one black oak, a walnut or willow,
_ it's inconsequential and present.
_ The instrument creating a gradient for my exodus from the chasm.
_ And in gratitude, _ forevermore, have I brought his pencil [Dm] to saddle my arm-rolls.
I thought to alleviate the burden of the hunt for his pieces,
to _ bring them prejudicial standing, give them comfort, give them repose.
_ _ _ _ _ Let them wolf down my offerings. _ _
I've always had a sad wedge to my tongue.
[D] _
Yet, _ [Dm] now I unearth the accusations of my nefarious behavior.
_ I see what you're after.
_ Well, [Bb] _ are you [A] at death's feet, [Dm] freedom? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Are you [A] at death's feet, [Dm] freedom? _ _
Oh, babe.
[G] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[D] You have no more women to blame.
Are there no more blacks to censure?
_ _ You have exterminated my brethren in Chippewa, to position myself as a bounty head
for all your miscreant ways.
With this, I cannot attain.
_ [Dm] No, my dreadful ways are incivil.
_ If I'm to be your revenant, _ I shall unleash a torn of all _ _ [D] affection. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm]
You're blamin' for the future, you're blamin' [Ab] for the [G] [Dm] past.
You're blamin' for the planet, but you never got your class.
You're blamin' for the years, you're blamin' [D] for [G] the [Dm] cost.
You're blamin' for the courage, which is never safe to go.
You're blamin' for the lies, you're blamin' [Ab] for the [G] dark.
[Dm] You're blamin' for the innocence, [E] which never [Dm] comes off.
You're blamin' for the night, and the weapons [D] that you [G] wear.
[Dm]
You're blamin' for the long [A] breaks, and the bad [Dm] guys' dreads.
You're blamin' for the darkness, and the watch the sky keeps on.
You're blamin' for the market size, and the friends you've done.
I might as well commit the [G] sins.
[Dm]
I'm forbidden [E] _ [Dm] from them.
I might as well commit [D] the [G] sins.
[Dm]
I'm _ [E] forbidden [Dm] from them.
[Bb] _
I'm forbidden [Am] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ from [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] them. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ And I have had a redux to _ my _ _ _ -
_ _ As I satiated my need of dormancy in the womb of my gru- _
Escaping the lonesomeness of the sun.
_ Where in a dream state I concocted my next program, that held with romantic lee. _ _ _ _
Not like one of your matronly southern poets who will drown themselves about my first disclosure towards our acts of cri-
[Dm] Yeah, something with cunning, something with irony.
It would take a stooped crackerjack execution. _ _
Even dare I say, _ swell headed.
_ _ _ I would pat [D] my feet over the nipples of my heaven forest.
Slink on my belly, _ succumbing to the chastisement of the thistles as I traversed through the pastel lane. _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ Unconscious and weary of the nip-floss blood for my completion.
_ _ [Bb] _ Of the pre [A]-nip-floss, the stem [Dm]-can-dismay.
[G] _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ Of the [A] pre-nip-floss, the [Dm] stem-can _ [D]-dismay.
[G] _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I would pudge outside the thin blank young trunk [D] like spiked iron bars that encompassed the hull.
Then I would flash my red-wet smile up to his window.
_ Engrossing his youthful curiosity to the sand of his cloister. _ _
_ And folding upon my arch, _ I would entice and influence the boy to mount upon me as if I were one of your doughtest labor beasts.
_ _ _ Then I would traverse [Dm] over the lines, making him witness to my wretchedness.
_ _ _ Corroborate of my _ upheaval, _ _ and he would _ justify to these up to the like he says.
_ I _ _ would to people recognize him upon his return.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And would this last act be the millstone round the neck of my catalog of deeds. _ _
_ You've never fought for freedom, you've never fought for life.
You've never fought for [G] fame, [E] you've [Dm] never fought for class.
You've never fought for peace, you've never fought for gold.
You've never fought for [A] guns, you've [Dm] never fought for gold.
You've never fought for life, you've never fought for love.
You've never fought for gain [A] and strength, [Dm] you've never fought for heart.
You've never fought for joy, I know what to make [G] you wear.
[Dm] You've never fought [A] love, what shall [Dm] I get you take?
You've never fought God, you've never fought for God's son.
You've never fought for love, [A] you've never fought [Dm] for God's son.
I might as [G] well commit myself, _ _ [A] I'd hold him in my [Dm] arms.
I might as well commit _ myself, I'd [A] hold him in my [Dm] arms.
_ [Bb] _ I'd prove [Am] him wrong. _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
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_ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
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