Chords for Parquet Courts - "Stoned and Starving" - Pitchfork Music Festival 2013

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_ _ _ _ I was walking through Ridgewood Queens I was slipping through magazines, [F] I was so, so,
[C] so, so, sorry.
_ _ _ _ _ _ I was eating Swedish fish, roasted peanuts, bottled liquor, I was [Bb] so, [C] so, so, sorry. _ _ _ _ _ _
I was reading 3DS, asking myself should I eat [Bb] this, I was so, [C] so, so, sorry. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ I was walking through Ridgewood Queens I was slipping through [F] magazines, I was so, [C] so,
so, sorry.
_ _ _ _ _ _ I was holding some wadded bills I was reading that Smoking [Bb] Kills, I was so, [C] so, so, sorry. _ _ _ _ _ _
I was scratching off silver ink I was sitting in one fish drink, [Bb] I was so, [C] so, so, sorry. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ was walking through Ridgewood Queens I was slipping through magazines, I was so, so,
Charts and hits, half-filled stadiums, _ TV [C] channels and computers, Facebook pages
Boring, boring, rock and [Gm] roll has got to [C] be snoring
Ringtones, logos, cars, commercials, robots, winning games, show prizes
Cups and salilien, disguises, music matters [Gm] more [C] than ever
Figure, brain, [F] and cup for never
[C] The Japanese [Gm] do it [C] way better
Student, wealthy, God forever, yeah
Swishing air from the knock at my door
Spinning in a window, crashing gates in the morning
Spark of recognition [Eb] is so full it dies first
[Gm] But I [C] can think of something worse
The car's filled with light up gold
What's the color of something I was looking for?
Yeah, light up gold
What's the color of [Em] something I was looking [Cm] for?
Steady winds up [C] and come to me until you sway
Slipping like a minor in a conscious debris
Press opening embers from a burning field
Shining like something warm and real
Because light up _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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gold, light up gold, light up gold
Light up gold, light up gold, light up gold
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