Chords for Aesop Rock - Klutz (Official Video)
Tempo:
79.85 bpm
Chords used:
G
E
C#
A
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate.
[G] [C#] [G] [A] [E] [G]
[C#m] [G] [C#m] [G] [A] [E]
[G] [C#] [G] [A] [E] [G]
[C#] [G] [C#m] [G] [A] [C#m]
He spun a [G] man of the [C#m] 70s to be lined [G] for dessert.
Fire eater, [A] trying to keep it [E] on the green side [G] of the dirt.
[C#m] This is key time [G] with the worst [C#] geriatrics [G] on the decline of berserk.
[A] Back in my day [C#m] we were three times more alert.
Now I go through [G] my old clothing [C#] trying to find [G] nostalgic threads to sell.
Walk [A] away feeling [E] like I should have [G] never dressed [C#] myself.
[G] Sincerely, [E] I was never [G] on the cutting edge.
My hand was [A] on the hilt, [C#m] you're free to build with the other end.
Trick [G] into the vacuum [C#] if in spite of [G] your accomplishments
you wake up [A] feeling empty [E] like Houdini's [G] grave probably [C#m] is.
Volley [G] with the [C#] quintessential [G] digital laser.
I'm offended by [A] everything, my [E] opinions come in a manger, oh boy.
[G] Appreciating [C#m] since the jobi [G] off the lot.
Still indigo stories [A] in pock, in the [E] classic coke [G] in a bra.
[C#m] Procedural [G] grime, drama [C#] shows, but holes in [G] the plot.
And reminding clones there's [A] more to coping [E] than a nose full of snot.
[G] Old bros [C#m] throw bows [G] to the 808.
[A] Couldn't [E] throw a robe over [G] a baby [G#m] gate.
[G] Bishops, [C#m] queen, foreign [G] names, Daniels, under Rams [A] skulls.
Plan for [E] cloudy with a chance of anvil.
Stupid [G] dreams of [C#m] patadels and jagged [G] pills and frozen pipes.
[A] Socialites from patch and hell [E] with plastic [G] smells and robot [C#m] eyes.
I'm hoping you [G] all grow into [C#] the sentience you [G] assume.
It's your moment of self [A] reflection, [E] it's a moment for me.
So, look, with [G] the steel [C#] chair, sure to [G] surf the field rare.
Brush up your [A] evasion and [E] basic [G] tactical field [C#] care.
I was [G] on a constant [C#] feudal rage [G] before the internet.
I've been [A] ignored for [E] longer than you've been interested.
The [G] past promises you [C#] nobody [G] feels threatened by a [A] scarecrow.
Covered in [E] crows who feel [G] welcome.
That's [C#] like hell, you're [G] thinking hell is just [C#] okay but need [G] some polish.
It helps to [A] know [E] intimidation's all about the optics.
Gum duck a [G] bounty, it's a ho.
[C#] Suffolk [E] County, it's a zoo.
Puppies [A] shoving bitches through, [Em] it's not exactly chicken soup.
[C#] It's heavy [G] lifters lifting, [C#] it's ginseng on [E] his whistling.
It's we don't [A] find unlimited [Em] convincing.
Cooper flinching.
Older yeller never [G] knew a no kill [C#m] shelter in his doggie days.
Now I draw [A] my labors over [E] Queen of Mines [G] and go off these veins.
[C#m] Above the world, urgent, more [G#] observant than [E] audacious.
I document [A] the great unwashed [C#m] and curse the Lithuanian.
For a gallery, [E] I grip their [C#] channeling [C#m] seductive figures.
Grafted with his little [A] sister, depth [E] of marker, glue and scissor.
[C#] It's trippy.
[E] The truth and [C#] fiction moving [G#m] to a center.
Maybe it's [A] weirder they've never [E] been photographed together.
Sometimes my stomach disappears [G#] from under a [C#m] retreating lens.
Patterns of [A] a need to please [E] abusive folk reveal themselves.
[C#] I'm peeling back [E] the layers.
[C#] Sneaking past [C#m] the lasers.
I'm a lover, I'm [A] a fighter, I'm [C#m] a seed to blackened acres.
The dogs I [E] think are following [C#] me home are out to [C#m] kill me.
Your music makes [A] a motherfucker [E] want to move to Elm Street.
[C#] Rejection of [E] the spirit by [C#] the body at [E] your service.
If you mess up every [A] friendship, come [E] get swept up in the current here.
Wheels fall off [G#] cars when they [E] see them.
Seas part, [A] green trees [E] march out of Eden.
[C#] I'm known to eat the [E] heart and keep [C#] the archery [E] uneven.
Are you starting to be [A] part of the [E] kinesis?
[C#] [C#m] [A] [C#] [E]
[C#] [E] [C#] [E] I'll be on some [A] other shit.
[C#]
[G] [C#] [E] I'll be on some [A] other shit.
[C#] [E]
[C#] [E] [C#] [G] I'll be on some other shit.
[N]
[G] [C#] [G] [A] [E] [G]
[C#m] [G] [C#m] [G] [A] [E]
[G] [C#] [G] [A] [E] [G]
[C#] [G] [C#m] [G] [A] [C#m]
He spun a [G] man of the [C#m] 70s to be lined [G] for dessert.
Fire eater, [A] trying to keep it [E] on the green side [G] of the dirt.
[C#m] This is key time [G] with the worst [C#] geriatrics [G] on the decline of berserk.
[A] Back in my day [C#m] we were three times more alert.
Now I go through [G] my old clothing [C#] trying to find [G] nostalgic threads to sell.
Walk [A] away feeling [E] like I should have [G] never dressed [C#] myself.
[G] Sincerely, [E] I was never [G] on the cutting edge.
My hand was [A] on the hilt, [C#m] you're free to build with the other end.
Trick [G] into the vacuum [C#] if in spite of [G] your accomplishments
you wake up [A] feeling empty [E] like Houdini's [G] grave probably [C#m] is.
Volley [G] with the [C#] quintessential [G] digital laser.
I'm offended by [A] everything, my [E] opinions come in a manger, oh boy.
[G] Appreciating [C#m] since the jobi [G] off the lot.
Still indigo stories [A] in pock, in the [E] classic coke [G] in a bra.
[C#m] Procedural [G] grime, drama [C#] shows, but holes in [G] the plot.
And reminding clones there's [A] more to coping [E] than a nose full of snot.
[G] Old bros [C#m] throw bows [G] to the 808.
[A] Couldn't [E] throw a robe over [G] a baby [G#m] gate.
[G] Bishops, [C#m] queen, foreign [G] names, Daniels, under Rams [A] skulls.
Plan for [E] cloudy with a chance of anvil.
Stupid [G] dreams of [C#m] patadels and jagged [G] pills and frozen pipes.
[A] Socialites from patch and hell [E] with plastic [G] smells and robot [C#m] eyes.
I'm hoping you [G] all grow into [C#] the sentience you [G] assume.
It's your moment of self [A] reflection, [E] it's a moment for me.
So, look, with [G] the steel [C#] chair, sure to [G] surf the field rare.
Brush up your [A] evasion and [E] basic [G] tactical field [C#] care.
I was [G] on a constant [C#] feudal rage [G] before the internet.
I've been [A] ignored for [E] longer than you've been interested.
The [G] past promises you [C#] nobody [G] feels threatened by a [A] scarecrow.
Covered in [E] crows who feel [G] welcome.
That's [C#] like hell, you're [G] thinking hell is just [C#] okay but need [G] some polish.
It helps to [A] know [E] intimidation's all about the optics.
Gum duck a [G] bounty, it's a ho.
[C#] Suffolk [E] County, it's a zoo.
Puppies [A] shoving bitches through, [Em] it's not exactly chicken soup.
[C#] It's heavy [G] lifters lifting, [C#] it's ginseng on [E] his whistling.
It's we don't [A] find unlimited [Em] convincing.
Cooper flinching.
Older yeller never [G] knew a no kill [C#m] shelter in his doggie days.
Now I draw [A] my labors over [E] Queen of Mines [G] and go off these veins.
[C#m] Above the world, urgent, more [G#] observant than [E] audacious.
I document [A] the great unwashed [C#m] and curse the Lithuanian.
For a gallery, [E] I grip their [C#] channeling [C#m] seductive figures.
Grafted with his little [A] sister, depth [E] of marker, glue and scissor.
[C#] It's trippy.
[E] The truth and [C#] fiction moving [G#m] to a center.
Maybe it's [A] weirder they've never [E] been photographed together.
Sometimes my stomach disappears [G#] from under a [C#m] retreating lens.
Patterns of [A] a need to please [E] abusive folk reveal themselves.
[C#] I'm peeling back [E] the layers.
[C#] Sneaking past [C#m] the lasers.
I'm a lover, I'm [A] a fighter, I'm [C#m] a seed to blackened acres.
The dogs I [E] think are following [C#] me home are out to [C#m] kill me.
Your music makes [A] a motherfucker [E] want to move to Elm Street.
[C#] Rejection of [E] the spirit by [C#] the body at [E] your service.
If you mess up every [A] friendship, come [E] get swept up in the current here.
Wheels fall off [G#] cars when they [E] see them.
Seas part, [A] green trees [E] march out of Eden.
[C#] I'm known to eat the [E] heart and keep [C#] the archery [E] uneven.
Are you starting to be [A] part of the [E] kinesis?
[C#] [C#m] [A] [C#] [E]
[C#] [E] [C#] [E] I'll be on some [A] other shit.
[C#]
[G] [C#] [E] I'll be on some [A] other shit.
[C#] [E]
[C#] [E] [C#] [G] I'll be on some other shit.
[N]
Key:
G
E
C#
A
C#m
G
E
C#
I am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate.
[G] _ [C#] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [G] _
[C#m] _ [G] _ [C#m] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
_ [G] _ [C#] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [G] _
[C#] _ [G] _ [C#m] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [C#m] _
He spun a [G] man of the [C#m] 70s to be lined [G] for dessert.
Fire eater, [A] trying to keep it [E] on the green side [G] of the dirt.
[C#m] This is key time [G] with the worst [C#] geriatrics [G] on the decline of berserk.
[A] Back in my day [C#m] we were three times more alert.
Now I go through [G] my old clothing [C#] trying to find [G] nostalgic threads to sell.
Walk [A] away feeling [E] like I should have [G] never dressed [C#] myself.
[G] Sincerely, [E] I was never [G] on the cutting edge.
My hand was [A] on the hilt, [C#m] you're free to build with the other end.
Trick [G] into the vacuum [C#] if in spite of [G] your accomplishments
you wake up [A] feeling empty [E] like Houdini's [G] grave probably [C#m] is.
Volley [G] with the [C#] quintessential [G] digital laser.
I'm offended by [A] everything, my [E] opinions come in a manger, oh boy.
[G] Appreciating [C#m] since the jobi [G] off the lot.
Still indigo stories [A] in pock, in the [E] classic coke [G] in a bra.
[C#m] Procedural [G] grime, drama [C#] shows, but holes in [G] the plot.
And reminding clones there's [A] more to coping [E] than a nose full of snot.
[G] Old bros [C#m] throw bows [G] to the 808.
[A] Couldn't [E] throw a robe over [G] a baby [G#m] gate.
[G] Bishops, [C#m] queen, foreign [G] names, Daniels, under Rams [A] skulls.
Plan for [E] cloudy with a chance of anvil.
Stupid [G] dreams of [C#m] patadels and jagged [G] pills and frozen pipes.
[A] Socialites from patch and hell [E] with plastic [G] smells and robot [C#m] eyes.
I'm hoping you [G] all grow into [C#] the sentience you [G] assume.
It's your moment of self [A] reflection, [E] it's a moment for me.
So, look, with [G] the steel [C#] chair, sure to [G] surf the field rare.
Brush up your [A] evasion and [E] basic [G] tactical field [C#] care.
I was [G] on a constant [C#] feudal rage [G] before the internet.
I've been [A] ignored for [E] longer than you've been interested.
The [G] past promises you [C#] nobody [G] feels threatened by a [A] scarecrow.
Covered in [E] crows who feel [G] welcome.
That's [C#] like hell, you're [G] thinking hell is just [C#] okay but need [G] some polish.
It helps to [A] know [E] intimidation's all about the optics.
Gum duck a [G] bounty, it's a ho.
[C#] Suffolk [E] County, it's a zoo.
Puppies [A] shoving bitches through, [Em] it's not exactly chicken soup.
[C#] It's heavy [G] lifters lifting, [C#] it's ginseng on [E] his whistling.
It's we don't [A] find unlimited [Em] convincing.
Cooper flinching.
Older yeller never [G] knew a no kill [C#m] shelter in his doggie days.
Now I draw [A] my labors over [E] Queen of Mines [G] and go off these veins.
[C#m] Above the world, urgent, more [G#] observant than [E] audacious.
I document [A] the great unwashed [C#m] and curse the Lithuanian.
For a gallery, [E] I grip their [C#] channeling [C#m] seductive figures.
Grafted with his little [A] sister, depth [E] of marker, glue and scissor.
[C#] It's trippy.
[E] The truth and [C#] fiction moving [G#m] to a center.
Maybe it's [A] weirder they've never [E] been photographed together.
Sometimes my stomach disappears [G#] from under a [C#m] retreating lens.
Patterns of [A] a need to please [E] abusive folk reveal themselves.
[C#] I'm peeling back [E] the layers.
[C#] Sneaking past [C#m] the lasers.
I'm a lover, I'm [A] a fighter, I'm [C#m] a seed to blackened acres.
The dogs I [E] think are following [C#] me home are out to [C#m] kill me.
Your music makes [A] a motherfucker [E] want to move to Elm Street.
[C#] Rejection of [E] the spirit by [C#] the body at [E] your service.
If you mess up every [A] friendship, come [E] get swept up in the current here.
Wheels fall off [G#] cars when they [E] see them.
Seas part, [A] green trees [E] march out of Eden.
[C#] I'm known to eat the [E] heart and keep [C#] the archery [E] uneven.
Are you starting to be [A] part of the [E] kinesis? _
_ _ [C#] _ [C#m] _ _ [A] _ [C#] _ [E] _
[C#] _ [E] _ [C#] _ [E] I'll be on some [A] other shit.
[C#] _ _
_ [G] _ [C#] _ [E] I'll be on some [A] other shit.
[C#] _ [E] _
[C#] _ [E] _ [C#] _ [G] I'll be on some other shit. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[G] _ [C#] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [G] _
[C#m] _ [G] _ [C#m] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
_ [G] _ [C#] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [G] _
[C#] _ [G] _ [C#m] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [C#m] _
He spun a [G] man of the [C#m] 70s to be lined [G] for dessert.
Fire eater, [A] trying to keep it [E] on the green side [G] of the dirt.
[C#m] This is key time [G] with the worst [C#] geriatrics [G] on the decline of berserk.
[A] Back in my day [C#m] we were three times more alert.
Now I go through [G] my old clothing [C#] trying to find [G] nostalgic threads to sell.
Walk [A] away feeling [E] like I should have [G] never dressed [C#] myself.
[G] Sincerely, [E] I was never [G] on the cutting edge.
My hand was [A] on the hilt, [C#m] you're free to build with the other end.
Trick [G] into the vacuum [C#] if in spite of [G] your accomplishments
you wake up [A] feeling empty [E] like Houdini's [G] grave probably [C#m] is.
Volley [G] with the [C#] quintessential [G] digital laser.
I'm offended by [A] everything, my [E] opinions come in a manger, oh boy.
[G] Appreciating [C#m] since the jobi [G] off the lot.
Still indigo stories [A] in pock, in the [E] classic coke [G] in a bra.
[C#m] Procedural [G] grime, drama [C#] shows, but holes in [G] the plot.
And reminding clones there's [A] more to coping [E] than a nose full of snot.
[G] Old bros [C#m] throw bows [G] to the 808.
[A] Couldn't [E] throw a robe over [G] a baby [G#m] gate.
[G] Bishops, [C#m] queen, foreign [G] names, Daniels, under Rams [A] skulls.
Plan for [E] cloudy with a chance of anvil.
Stupid [G] dreams of [C#m] patadels and jagged [G] pills and frozen pipes.
[A] Socialites from patch and hell [E] with plastic [G] smells and robot [C#m] eyes.
I'm hoping you [G] all grow into [C#] the sentience you [G] assume.
It's your moment of self [A] reflection, [E] it's a moment for me.
So, look, with [G] the steel [C#] chair, sure to [G] surf the field rare.
Brush up your [A] evasion and [E] basic [G] tactical field [C#] care.
I was [G] on a constant [C#] feudal rage [G] before the internet.
I've been [A] ignored for [E] longer than you've been interested.
The [G] past promises you [C#] nobody [G] feels threatened by a [A] scarecrow.
Covered in [E] crows who feel [G] welcome.
That's [C#] like hell, you're [G] thinking hell is just [C#] okay but need [G] some polish.
It helps to [A] know [E] intimidation's all about the optics.
Gum duck a [G] bounty, it's a ho.
[C#] Suffolk [E] County, it's a zoo.
Puppies [A] shoving bitches through, [Em] it's not exactly chicken soup.
[C#] It's heavy [G] lifters lifting, [C#] it's ginseng on [E] his whistling.
It's we don't [A] find unlimited [Em] convincing.
Cooper flinching.
Older yeller never [G] knew a no kill [C#m] shelter in his doggie days.
Now I draw [A] my labors over [E] Queen of Mines [G] and go off these veins.
[C#m] Above the world, urgent, more [G#] observant than [E] audacious.
I document [A] the great unwashed [C#m] and curse the Lithuanian.
For a gallery, [E] I grip their [C#] channeling [C#m] seductive figures.
Grafted with his little [A] sister, depth [E] of marker, glue and scissor.
[C#] It's trippy.
[E] The truth and [C#] fiction moving [G#m] to a center.
Maybe it's [A] weirder they've never [E] been photographed together.
Sometimes my stomach disappears [G#] from under a [C#m] retreating lens.
Patterns of [A] a need to please [E] abusive folk reveal themselves.
[C#] I'm peeling back [E] the layers.
[C#] Sneaking past [C#m] the lasers.
I'm a lover, I'm [A] a fighter, I'm [C#m] a seed to blackened acres.
The dogs I [E] think are following [C#] me home are out to [C#m] kill me.
Your music makes [A] a motherfucker [E] want to move to Elm Street.
[C#] Rejection of [E] the spirit by [C#] the body at [E] your service.
If you mess up every [A] friendship, come [E] get swept up in the current here.
Wheels fall off [G#] cars when they [E] see them.
Seas part, [A] green trees [E] march out of Eden.
[C#] I'm known to eat the [E] heart and keep [C#] the archery [E] uneven.
Are you starting to be [A] part of the [E] kinesis? _
_ _ [C#] _ [C#m] _ _ [A] _ [C#] _ [E] _
[C#] _ [E] _ [C#] _ [E] I'll be on some [A] other shit.
[C#] _ _
_ [G] _ [C#] _ [E] I'll be on some [A] other shit.
[C#] _ [E] _
[C#] _ [E] _ [C#] _ [G] I'll be on some other shit. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _