Chords for Ezra Furman "Worm in the Apple"
Tempo:
59.95 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
F#
G#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [F#]
[E] [B] [F#] [E]
[B] I'm gonna sit on the big fluffy [G#m] clouds looking down at the tops of the heads of the crowds
that [C#] move round and around the dark center of [E] time with their eyes all searching for something that [B] can't be found.
I'm gonna laugh at the top of my [G#m] lungs till I can't quite remember just what the joke [C#] was.
The struggle after will fill up my body with [E] love which is always what I've been told I'm supposed to [B] want.
Oh, and I'm [E] gonna [G#] fly on a plane [E] to a sky [B] that my eyes [E] will [F#] devise using science [E] that's being [B] forgotten.
If I'm [E] getting bored [G#] of the town, [E] I'm in the Ark.
[B] Our [E] world's been transformed into a [G#] big apple and [E] it's gotten so [B] rotsome.
[G#m] [F#] [E]
[B] [G#m] [E]
[B] I'm gonna make money real [G#m] stoically.
I'm gonna build me a home out of [C#] poetry scraps of old bloggings.
Wire and [E] glue will be something those people fall like a [B] dew in the back of the room.
Something a good [G#m] snake can't touch or rip.
Someone with something to [C#] make that will take him so far, far away from this [E] place
that he'll never look back at all the worms and the [B] snakes and they'll lick [E] at my heels.
[F#] Someday on [E] even real [B] I will twirl [E] and I'll be [F#] a bird's eye [E] way.
I'll learn to [B] speak, oh I'll [E] take you with [G#] me and we'll grow [E] all that love [B] we leave.
[E] Pineapples from the [G#] tree of [E] knowledge of good and [B] evil.
[C#] [F#]
[E] [B] [F#]
[E] [B]
Burning with all of the wings I must [G#m] use to get me out the wayland of fire and glue.
I am [C#] wandering from cage to cage at the Bronx Zoo and [E] I'm renaming all of the animals.
[B] I can't just wait on my knees in the chapel.
[G#m] I'm spinning in two like a worm in the apple.
[C#] I'm digging for freedom, a guitar for a [E] shovel.
I'm dirty.
My finger tips [B] read me to kids [E] on Atlantis [F#] magazines.
[E] Keep the mattress [B] with their names [E] in the atlas [F#] of heartbreak.
[E] I'm calling my [B] name and I'm [E] feeling baffled.
The worm in the apple but [B] the cold [E] water tap will rain down [F#] upon me [E] and nothing will be the [B] same.
[G#m] [F#] [E] [B] I'm a chain.
[G#m] [E]
[E] [B] [F#] [E]
[B] I'm gonna sit on the big fluffy [G#m] clouds looking down at the tops of the heads of the crowds
that [C#] move round and around the dark center of [E] time with their eyes all searching for something that [B] can't be found.
I'm gonna laugh at the top of my [G#m] lungs till I can't quite remember just what the joke [C#] was.
The struggle after will fill up my body with [E] love which is always what I've been told I'm supposed to [B] want.
Oh, and I'm [E] gonna [G#] fly on a plane [E] to a sky [B] that my eyes [E] will [F#] devise using science [E] that's being [B] forgotten.
If I'm [E] getting bored [G#] of the town, [E] I'm in the Ark.
[B] Our [E] world's been transformed into a [G#] big apple and [E] it's gotten so [B] rotsome.
[G#m] [F#] [E]
[B] [G#m] [E]
[B] I'm gonna make money real [G#m] stoically.
I'm gonna build me a home out of [C#] poetry scraps of old bloggings.
Wire and [E] glue will be something those people fall like a [B] dew in the back of the room.
Something a good [G#m] snake can't touch or rip.
Someone with something to [C#] make that will take him so far, far away from this [E] place
that he'll never look back at all the worms and the [B] snakes and they'll lick [E] at my heels.
[F#] Someday on [E] even real [B] I will twirl [E] and I'll be [F#] a bird's eye [E] way.
I'll learn to [B] speak, oh I'll [E] take you with [G#] me and we'll grow [E] all that love [B] we leave.
[E] Pineapples from the [G#] tree of [E] knowledge of good and [B] evil.
[C#] [F#]
[E] [B] [F#]
[E] [B]
Burning with all of the wings I must [G#m] use to get me out the wayland of fire and glue.
I am [C#] wandering from cage to cage at the Bronx Zoo and [E] I'm renaming all of the animals.
[B] I can't just wait on my knees in the chapel.
[G#m] I'm spinning in two like a worm in the apple.
[C#] I'm digging for freedom, a guitar for a [E] shovel.
I'm dirty.
My finger tips [B] read me to kids [E] on Atlantis [F#] magazines.
[E] Keep the mattress [B] with their names [E] in the atlas [F#] of heartbreak.
[E] I'm calling my [B] name and I'm [E] feeling baffled.
The worm in the apple but [B] the cold [E] water tap will rain down [F#] upon me [E] and nothing will be the [B] same.
[G#m] [F#] [E] [B] I'm a chain.
[G#m] [E]
Key:
E
B
F#
G#m
C#
E
B
F#
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] I'm gonna sit on the big fluffy [G#m] clouds looking down at the tops of the heads of the crowds
that [C#] move round and around the dark center of [E] time with their eyes all searching for something that [B] can't be found.
I'm gonna laugh at the top of my [G#m] lungs till I can't quite remember just what the joke [C#] was.
The struggle after will fill up my body with [E] love which is always what I've been told I'm supposed to [B] want.
Oh, and I'm [E] gonna [G#] fly on a plane [E] to a sky [B] that my eyes [E] will [F#] devise using science [E] that's being [B] forgotten.
If I'm [E] getting bored [G#] of the town, [E] I'm in the Ark.
[B] Our [E] world's been transformed into a [G#] big apple and [E] it's gotten so [B] rotsome.
[G#m] _ _ [F#] _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ I'm gonna make money real [G#m] stoically.
I'm gonna build me a home out of [C#] poetry scraps of old bloggings.
Wire and [E] glue will be something those people fall like a [B] dew in the back of the room.
Something a good [G#m] snake can't touch or rip.
Someone with something to [C#] make that will take him so far, far away from this [E] place
that he'll never look back at all the worms and the [B] snakes and they'll lick [E] at my heels.
[F#] Someday on [E] even real [B] I will twirl [E] and I'll be [F#] a bird's eye [E] way.
I'll learn to [B] speak, oh I'll [E] take you with [G#] me and we'll grow [E] all that love [B] we leave.
[E] Pineapples from the [G#] tree of [E] knowledge of good and [B] evil.
_ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B]
Burning with all of the wings I must [G#m] use to get me out the wayland of fire and glue.
I am [C#] wandering from cage to cage at the Bronx Zoo and [E] I'm renaming all of the animals.
[B] I can't just wait on my knees in the chapel.
[G#m] I'm spinning in two like a worm in the apple.
[C#] I'm digging for freedom, a guitar for a [E] shovel.
I'm dirty.
My finger tips [B] read me to kids [E] on Atlantis [F#] magazines.
[E] Keep the mattress [B] with their names [E] in the atlas [F#] of heartbreak.
[E] I'm calling my [B] name and I'm [E] feeling baffled.
The worm in the apple but [B] the cold [E] water tap will rain down [F#] upon me [E] and nothing will be the [B] same.
_ [G#m] _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ [B] I'm a chain.
_ [G#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] I'm gonna sit on the big fluffy [G#m] clouds looking down at the tops of the heads of the crowds
that [C#] move round and around the dark center of [E] time with their eyes all searching for something that [B] can't be found.
I'm gonna laugh at the top of my [G#m] lungs till I can't quite remember just what the joke [C#] was.
The struggle after will fill up my body with [E] love which is always what I've been told I'm supposed to [B] want.
Oh, and I'm [E] gonna [G#] fly on a plane [E] to a sky [B] that my eyes [E] will [F#] devise using science [E] that's being [B] forgotten.
If I'm [E] getting bored [G#] of the town, [E] I'm in the Ark.
[B] Our [E] world's been transformed into a [G#] big apple and [E] it's gotten so [B] rotsome.
[G#m] _ _ [F#] _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ I'm gonna make money real [G#m] stoically.
I'm gonna build me a home out of [C#] poetry scraps of old bloggings.
Wire and [E] glue will be something those people fall like a [B] dew in the back of the room.
Something a good [G#m] snake can't touch or rip.
Someone with something to [C#] make that will take him so far, far away from this [E] place
that he'll never look back at all the worms and the [B] snakes and they'll lick [E] at my heels.
[F#] Someday on [E] even real [B] I will twirl [E] and I'll be [F#] a bird's eye [E] way.
I'll learn to [B] speak, oh I'll [E] take you with [G#] me and we'll grow [E] all that love [B] we leave.
[E] Pineapples from the [G#] tree of [E] knowledge of good and [B] evil.
_ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B]
Burning with all of the wings I must [G#m] use to get me out the wayland of fire and glue.
I am [C#] wandering from cage to cage at the Bronx Zoo and [E] I'm renaming all of the animals.
[B] I can't just wait on my knees in the chapel.
[G#m] I'm spinning in two like a worm in the apple.
[C#] I'm digging for freedom, a guitar for a [E] shovel.
I'm dirty.
My finger tips [B] read me to kids [E] on Atlantis [F#] magazines.
[E] Keep the mattress [B] with their names [E] in the atlas [F#] of heartbreak.
[E] I'm calling my [B] name and I'm [E] feeling baffled.
The worm in the apple but [B] the cold [E] water tap will rain down [F#] upon me [E] and nothing will be the [B] same.
_ [G#m] _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ [B] I'm a chain.
_ [G#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _