Chords for Mike Ladd - How Electricity Really Works
Tempo:
79.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
F#m
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
How electricity really works.
[G]
[Bm] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[Bm] [G]
[F#m] [G] He glows from radiation.
It has been so many years.
[F#m]
[G] Oblivious to praise in [D] his honor, his Chateau in history is vacant.
Bored with paintings by dames of make-believe [G] negroes at ambivalent feet,
[Bm] he [D] discarded letters and chess [G] for fire from clouds.
[F#m] [G] Delving in the games of [Bm] gods, basking in new decadence,
[D] beyond women in Paris and the death of Indians.
[G] Something supernatural.
The [Bm] harnessing of energy.
[D]
Electricity man.
[G] [Bm] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[Bm] [D] Thunder stroke junkie, fiend for sky [G] crack,
circuit surfer, illuminating home by home at the speed.
[D] Philly, New York, beyond, bringing to life toys in boys' [G] bedrooms.
A tinkerbell from hell, a rumpled still skin with weapons.
[D] His neck is still smoking.
[G] In wasted glee, he keeps [Bm] us well lit.
This deist, alive with syphilis [D] caught from power,
his eyes swirl like [G] peppermints gone wrong.
[Bm] This deist, [D] defrocker of Jesus, now frocked in Orisha robes,
a [A] sucker for issue, [G] ogler of Ogoon,
jockeying for [D] position with these gods.
[G] Stuck in second with Santa [F#m] Claus.
[G]
Demigod [D] limbo aspirations kept him alive all these years.
[Bm]
General Electric is [G] a lone shark, its hounds and sunglasses wait
in Pontiacs to catch Ben, jumping light to light,
in their [A] line of fire.
[G] [Bm] Oak glow, they call him.
[D] Con Ed [G] can't find him, not even by satellite.
They take our money with the ambivalence of vacuums.
[D] And we pay, [Bm] hoping for a glimmer.
[D] We drop [G] checks in mail slots like teeth beneath pillows.
[Bm] Dance a little, smile, [D] and praise the crackhead running our appliance.
[G] Old glow got us [Bm] hunger.
Rub and roll the carpet, [D] clinging together, ravaged by static.
[G] Searching for the kite, [Bm] [D] grabbing at the key.
[G] [Bm]
[D] [G]
[Bm] [D] [G]
[D] [G]
[G]
[Bm] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[Bm] [G]
[F#m] [G] He glows from radiation.
It has been so many years.
[F#m]
[G] Oblivious to praise in [D] his honor, his Chateau in history is vacant.
Bored with paintings by dames of make-believe [G] negroes at ambivalent feet,
[Bm] he [D] discarded letters and chess [G] for fire from clouds.
[F#m] [G] Delving in the games of [Bm] gods, basking in new decadence,
[D] beyond women in Paris and the death of Indians.
[G] Something supernatural.
The [Bm] harnessing of energy.
[D]
Electricity man.
[G] [Bm] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[Bm] [D] Thunder stroke junkie, fiend for sky [G] crack,
circuit surfer, illuminating home by home at the speed.
[D] Philly, New York, beyond, bringing to life toys in boys' [G] bedrooms.
A tinkerbell from hell, a rumpled still skin with weapons.
[D] His neck is still smoking.
[G] In wasted glee, he keeps [Bm] us well lit.
This deist, alive with syphilis [D] caught from power,
his eyes swirl like [G] peppermints gone wrong.
[Bm] This deist, [D] defrocker of Jesus, now frocked in Orisha robes,
a [A] sucker for issue, [G] ogler of Ogoon,
jockeying for [D] position with these gods.
[G] Stuck in second with Santa [F#m] Claus.
[G]
Demigod [D] limbo aspirations kept him alive all these years.
[Bm]
General Electric is [G] a lone shark, its hounds and sunglasses wait
in Pontiacs to catch Ben, jumping light to light,
in their [A] line of fire.
[G] [Bm] Oak glow, they call him.
[D] Con Ed [G] can't find him, not even by satellite.
They take our money with the ambivalence of vacuums.
[D] And we pay, [Bm] hoping for a glimmer.
[D] We drop [G] checks in mail slots like teeth beneath pillows.
[Bm] Dance a little, smile, [D] and praise the crackhead running our appliance.
[G] Old glow got us [Bm] hunger.
Rub and roll the carpet, [D] clinging together, ravaged by static.
[G] Searching for the kite, [Bm] [D] grabbing at the key.
[G] [Bm]
[D] [G]
[Bm] [D] [G]
[D] [G]
Key:
G
D
Bm
F#m
A
G
D
Bm
How electricity really works.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _ He glows from radiation.
_ It has been so many years.
[F#m] _ _
[G] Oblivious to praise in [D] his honor, his Chateau in history is vacant.
Bored with paintings by dames of make-believe [G] negroes at ambivalent feet,
[Bm] he [D] discarded letters and chess [G] for fire from clouds.
[F#m] [G] Delving in the games of [Bm] gods, basking in new decadence,
[D] beyond women in Paris and the death of Indians.
[G] Something supernatural.
The [Bm] harnessing of energy.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
Electricity man.
[G] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
[Bm] _ _ _ [D] Thunder stroke junkie, fiend for sky [G] crack,
circuit surfer, illuminating home by home at the speed.
[D] Philly, New York, beyond, bringing to life toys in boys' [G] bedrooms.
A tinkerbell from hell, a rumpled still skin with weapons.
[D] His neck is still smoking.
_ [G] _ In wasted glee, he keeps [Bm] us well lit.
This deist, alive with syphilis [D] caught from power,
his eyes swirl like [G] peppermints gone wrong.
_ [Bm] This deist, _ [D] defrocker of Jesus, now frocked in Orisha robes,
a [A] sucker for issue, [G] ogler of Ogoon,
jockeying for [D] position with these gods.
[G] Stuck in second with Santa [F#m] Claus.
_ [G] _
_ Demigod [D] limbo aspirations kept him alive all these years.
[Bm]
General Electric is [G] a lone shark, its hounds and sunglasses wait
in Pontiacs to catch Ben, jumping light to light,
in their [A] line of fire.
[G] _ _ [Bm] Oak glow, they call him.
[D] _ Con Ed [G] can't find him, not even by satellite.
They take our money with the ambivalence of vacuums. _ _
[D] And we pay, [Bm] hoping for a glimmer.
[D] We drop [G] checks in mail slots like teeth beneath pillows.
_ [Bm] Dance a little, smile, _ [D] and praise the crackhead running our appliance.
[G] _ Old glow got us [Bm] hunger.
Rub and roll the carpet, [D] clinging together, ravaged by static. _
[G] Searching for the kite, _ [Bm] _ [D] grabbing at the key.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
[Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _ He glows from radiation.
_ It has been so many years.
[F#m] _ _
[G] Oblivious to praise in [D] his honor, his Chateau in history is vacant.
Bored with paintings by dames of make-believe [G] negroes at ambivalent feet,
[Bm] he [D] discarded letters and chess [G] for fire from clouds.
[F#m] [G] Delving in the games of [Bm] gods, basking in new decadence,
[D] beyond women in Paris and the death of Indians.
[G] Something supernatural.
The [Bm] harnessing of energy.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
Electricity man.
[G] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
[Bm] _ _ _ [D] Thunder stroke junkie, fiend for sky [G] crack,
circuit surfer, illuminating home by home at the speed.
[D] Philly, New York, beyond, bringing to life toys in boys' [G] bedrooms.
A tinkerbell from hell, a rumpled still skin with weapons.
[D] His neck is still smoking.
_ [G] _ In wasted glee, he keeps [Bm] us well lit.
This deist, alive with syphilis [D] caught from power,
his eyes swirl like [G] peppermints gone wrong.
_ [Bm] This deist, _ [D] defrocker of Jesus, now frocked in Orisha robes,
a [A] sucker for issue, [G] ogler of Ogoon,
jockeying for [D] position with these gods.
[G] Stuck in second with Santa [F#m] Claus.
_ [G] _
_ Demigod [D] limbo aspirations kept him alive all these years.
[Bm]
General Electric is [G] a lone shark, its hounds and sunglasses wait
in Pontiacs to catch Ben, jumping light to light,
in their [A] line of fire.
[G] _ _ [Bm] Oak glow, they call him.
[D] _ Con Ed [G] can't find him, not even by satellite.
They take our money with the ambivalence of vacuums. _ _
[D] And we pay, [Bm] hoping for a glimmer.
[D] We drop [G] checks in mail slots like teeth beneath pillows.
_ [Bm] Dance a little, smile, _ [D] and praise the crackhead running our appliance.
[G] _ Old glow got us [Bm] hunger.
Rub and roll the carpet, [D] clinging together, ravaged by static. _
[G] Searching for the kite, _ [Bm] _ [D] grabbing at the key.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
[Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
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