Couch Surfer Chords by Bran Van 3000
Tempo:
95.7 bpm
Chords used:
E
C
B
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm] [N]
[D] [C] By sampling the wealth of music [Gm] and sound effects [Em] available on audio fidelity stereo
discs, you can take a trip around the world [B] without leaving your easy [E] chair.
Together with everything and nothing between us, you are the whole so-called me-you, universal
union, blending in matter, journeying [A] in harmony.
Journeying in harmony.
[E] The ecstasy's voice is swaying, interplaying, perennial gardenia gardens, flowing into fuchsia
fountains, leaping into [D] warm purple-pink jessica fumes of [C] pools, moving and undulating [F#] emanating jewels.
[B] You do it.
[E] Let's faceless, placeless, placeless.
Such a cat.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
[A] Now move into your house.
I'm a couch surfer.
Well, you know what I can imagine being?
Somebody took my seat.
[E] I'm a couch surfer.
[Am] So I'm locked [D] inside of the Holiday [C] Inn and I'd like to get out with just a [F#] little bit of rain.
[B] But I won't go down.
[E] Can I crash your place again?
Just one more night.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm trapped within my being inside.
I'm not what you would mean inside, inside.
I'm no longer me.
I've moved the tears beyond and [A] pure.
Forms of cool quivers are being shipped with pure energy beyond the [E] silent, utterly complete union.
I'm a couch surfer.
You mind if I eat those chips?
Oh, that's okay.
I don't like to eat them.
I don't like to eat them.
[A] [C] No, no, no.
I didn't mean to take them from you.
[F#] I figured it was free.
[B] Yeah, [C#] I'm gone.
I'm a [E] couch surfer.
Couch surfer.
[D] [C] By sampling the wealth of music [Gm] and sound effects [Em] available on audio fidelity stereo
discs, you can take a trip around the world [B] without leaving your easy [E] chair.
Together with everything and nothing between us, you are the whole so-called me-you, universal
union, blending in matter, journeying [A] in harmony.
Journeying in harmony.
[E] The ecstasy's voice is swaying, interplaying, perennial gardenia gardens, flowing into fuchsia
fountains, leaping into [D] warm purple-pink jessica fumes of [C] pools, moving and undulating [F#] emanating jewels.
[B] You do it.
[E] Let's faceless, placeless, placeless.
Such a cat.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
[A] Now move into your house.
I'm a couch surfer.
Well, you know what I can imagine being?
Somebody took my seat.
[E] I'm a couch surfer.
[Am] So I'm locked [D] inside of the Holiday [C] Inn and I'd like to get out with just a [F#] little bit of rain.
[B] But I won't go down.
[E] Can I crash your place again?
Just one more night.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm trapped within my being inside.
I'm not what you would mean inside, inside.
I'm no longer me.
I've moved the tears beyond and [A] pure.
Forms of cool quivers are being shipped with pure energy beyond the [E] silent, utterly complete union.
I'm a couch surfer.
You mind if I eat those chips?
Oh, that's okay.
I don't like to eat them.
I don't like to eat them.
[A] [C] No, no, no.
I didn't mean to take them from you.
[F#] I figured it was free.
[B] Yeah, [C#] I'm gone.
I'm a [E] couch surfer.
Couch surfer.
Key:
E
C
B
A
D
E
C
B
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [N] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [C] By sampling the wealth of music [Gm] and sound effects [Em] available on audio fidelity stereo
discs, you can take a trip around the world [B] without leaving your easy [E] chair. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Together with everything and nothing between us, you are the whole so-called me-you, universal
union, blending in matter, journeying [A] in harmony. _ _ _ _ _
Journeying in harmony. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] The ecstasy's voice is swaying, interplaying, perennial gardenia gardens, flowing into fuchsia
fountains, leaping into [D] warm purple-pink jessica fumes of [C] pools, moving and undulating [F#] emanating jewels.
_ [B] You do it. _ _
[E] Let's faceless, placeless, placeless.
Such a cat.
_ _ I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
_ I'm a couch surfer. _
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
[A] Now move into your house.
I'm a couch surfer.
Well, you know what I can imagine being?
_ Somebody took my seat.
[E] I'm a couch surfer. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] So I'm locked [D] inside of the Holiday [C] Inn and I'd like to get out with just a [F#] little bit of rain.
_ [B] But I won't go down.
[E] Can I crash your place again?
_ Just one more night. _
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer. _ _
I'm trapped within my being inside.
I'm not what you would mean inside, inside.
I'm no longer me.
I've moved the tears beyond and [A] pure.
Forms _ of cool quivers are being shipped with pure energy beyond the [E] silent, utterly complete union.
I'm a couch surfer.
You mind if I eat those chips?
_ Oh, that's okay.
I don't like to eat them.
I don't like to eat them.
[A] _ _ _ [C] No, no, no.
I didn't mean to take them from you.
[F#] I figured it was free.
_ [B] Yeah, [C#] I'm gone.
I'm a [E] couch surfer.
_ Couch surfer. _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [C] By sampling the wealth of music [Gm] and sound effects [Em] available on audio fidelity stereo
discs, you can take a trip around the world [B] without leaving your easy [E] chair. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Together with everything and nothing between us, you are the whole so-called me-you, universal
union, blending in matter, journeying [A] in harmony. _ _ _ _ _
Journeying in harmony. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] The ecstasy's voice is swaying, interplaying, perennial gardenia gardens, flowing into fuchsia
fountains, leaping into [D] warm purple-pink jessica fumes of [C] pools, moving and undulating [F#] emanating jewels.
_ [B] You do it. _ _
[E] Let's faceless, placeless, placeless.
Such a cat.
_ _ I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
_ I'm a couch surfer. _
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer.
[A] Now move into your house.
I'm a couch surfer.
Well, you know what I can imagine being?
_ Somebody took my seat.
[E] I'm a couch surfer. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] So I'm locked [D] inside of the Holiday [C] Inn and I'd like to get out with just a [F#] little bit of rain.
_ [B] But I won't go down.
[E] Can I crash your place again?
_ Just one more night. _
I'm a couch surfer.
I'm a couch surfer. _ _
I'm trapped within my being inside.
I'm not what you would mean inside, inside.
I'm no longer me.
I've moved the tears beyond and [A] pure.
Forms _ of cool quivers are being shipped with pure energy beyond the [E] silent, utterly complete union.
I'm a couch surfer.
You mind if I eat those chips?
_ Oh, that's okay.
I don't like to eat them.
I don't like to eat them.
[A] _ _ _ [C] No, no, no.
I didn't mean to take them from you.
[F#] I figured it was free.
_ [B] Yeah, [C#] I'm gone.
I'm a [E] couch surfer.
_ Couch surfer. _ _