Chords for Pet Symmetry - A Detailed And Poetic Physical Threat... (Nervous Energies session)
Tempo:
73.925 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
Abm
Gb
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Until they [B] call
Chip bank, carols [Db] for the turning [E] dust
And all the same, [Bm] silver surface warning
[Ab] Rust from long nights in the [B] neighborhood
I [E] started to trust
So you [B] would just
Scotch tape and a heightened sense of [E] doubt
With pride that you locked
The dial in to [Abm] keep the lights on
Felt pen, a detour from your [B] morning rhyme
You slept in line with your notes
Reason I'll be [E] running to late
I'll find more
To write up what I'll [Abm] draw today
And drop down
The story line [B] to act in my age
You just [Gb] say
Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your [Gb] perfect?
[Abm] Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
Make a connection to Chicago [B] guttage
[Abm] [B] [E]
[B] It's messed up
But we simply [E] come on today
It's bad luck
I'm searching for [B] attention today
You don't fuck
You're gonna send it straight to my face
You just [Gb] say
Oh, oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your [B] perfect?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
Make a connection to Chicago [Gb] guttage
The gear [B] changes often [E] as the seasons
As they're recycled, sad [Ebm] to bring in
[B] This is a part [E] of me, oh
Yes, the shades, that's the cement
Where a casual promise can become [B] a fact Shit, play
The devil's [E] gonna turn into just another say
A silver spring is worn in the last full-blown night
And the neighbor of the next garden sits to rust
So beauty is [B] just messed up
You've always [E] given so much to hate
It's bad luck
I'm searching for attention today
You don't fuck
You're gonna send it straight to my face
You just [N] say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[E] Have you ever felt your [Abm] perfect?
Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your perfect?
Make a connection to Chicago [B] guttage
The gear changes often [E] as the seasons
As they're recycled, sad [B] to bring in
This is a part [E] of me, oh
[N]
Chip bank, carols [Db] for the turning [E] dust
And all the same, [Bm] silver surface warning
[Ab] Rust from long nights in the [B] neighborhood
I [E] started to trust
So you [B] would just
Scotch tape and a heightened sense of [E] doubt
With pride that you locked
The dial in to [Abm] keep the lights on
Felt pen, a detour from your [B] morning rhyme
You slept in line with your notes
Reason I'll be [E] running to late
I'll find more
To write up what I'll [Abm] draw today
And drop down
The story line [B] to act in my age
You just [Gb] say
Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your [Gb] perfect?
[Abm] Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
Make a connection to Chicago [B] guttage
[Abm] [B] [E]
[B] It's messed up
But we simply [E] come on today
It's bad luck
I'm searching for [B] attention today
You don't fuck
You're gonna send it straight to my face
You just [Gb] say
Oh, oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your [B] perfect?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
Make a connection to Chicago [Gb] guttage
The gear [B] changes often [E] as the seasons
As they're recycled, sad [Ebm] to bring in
[B] This is a part [E] of me, oh
Yes, the shades, that's the cement
Where a casual promise can become [B] a fact Shit, play
The devil's [E] gonna turn into just another say
A silver spring is worn in the last full-blown night
And the neighbor of the next garden sits to rust
So beauty is [B] just messed up
You've always [E] given so much to hate
It's bad luck
I'm searching for attention today
You don't fuck
You're gonna send it straight to my face
You just [N] say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[E] Have you ever felt your [Abm] perfect?
Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your perfect?
Make a connection to Chicago [B] guttage
The gear changes often [E] as the seasons
As they're recycled, sad [B] to bring in
This is a part [E] of me, oh
[N]
Key:
B
E
Abm
Gb
Db
B
E
Abm
Until they [B] call
Chip bank, carols [Db] for the turning [E] dust
And all the same, [Bm] silver surface warning
[Ab] Rust from long nights in the [B] neighborhood
I [E] started to trust
So you [B] would just
Scotch tape and a heightened sense of [E] doubt
With pride that you locked
The dial in to [Abm] keep the lights on
Felt pen, a detour from your [B] morning rhyme
You slept in line with your notes
Reason I'll be [E] running to late
I'll find more
To write up what I'll [Abm] draw today
And drop down
The story line [B] to act in my age
You just [Gb] say
Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your [Gb] perfect?
[Abm] Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
Make a connection to Chicago [B] guttage _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _
_ [B] _ It's messed up
But we simply [E] come on today
It's bad luck
I'm searching for [B] attention today
You don't fuck
You're gonna send it straight to my face
You just [Gb] say
Oh, oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your [B] perfect?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
Make a connection to Chicago [Gb] guttage
The gear [B] changes often [E] as the seasons
As they're recycled, sad [Ebm] to bring in
[B] This is a part [E] of me, oh
Yes, the shades, that's the cement
Where a casual promise can become [B] a fact Shit, play
The devil's [E] gonna turn into just another say
A silver spring is worn in the last full-blown night
And the neighbor of the next garden sits to rust
So beauty is [B] just messed up
You've always [E] given so much to hate
It's bad luck
I'm searching for attention today
You don't fuck
You're gonna send it straight to my face
You just [N] say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[E] Have you ever felt your [Abm] perfect?
Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your perfect?
Make a connection to Chicago [B] guttage
The gear changes often [E] as the seasons
As they're recycled, sad [B] to bring in
This is a part [E] of me, oh
_ [N] _
Chip bank, carols [Db] for the turning [E] dust
And all the same, [Bm] silver surface warning
[Ab] Rust from long nights in the [B] neighborhood
I [E] started to trust
So you [B] would just
Scotch tape and a heightened sense of [E] doubt
With pride that you locked
The dial in to [Abm] keep the lights on
Felt pen, a detour from your [B] morning rhyme
You slept in line with your notes
Reason I'll be [E] running to late
I'll find more
To write up what I'll [Abm] draw today
And drop down
The story line [B] to act in my age
You just [Gb] say
Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your [Gb] perfect?
[Abm] Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
Make a connection to Chicago [B] guttage _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _
_ [B] _ It's messed up
But we simply [E] come on today
It's bad luck
I'm searching for [B] attention today
You don't fuck
You're gonna send it straight to my face
You just [Gb] say
Oh, oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your [B] perfect?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
Make a connection to Chicago [Gb] guttage
The gear [B] changes often [E] as the seasons
As they're recycled, sad [Ebm] to bring in
[B] This is a part [E] of me, oh
Yes, the shades, that's the cement
Where a casual promise can become [B] a fact Shit, play
The devil's [E] gonna turn into just another say
A silver spring is worn in the last full-blown night
And the neighbor of the next garden sits to rust
So beauty is [B] just messed up
You've always [E] given so much to hate
It's bad luck
I'm searching for attention today
You don't fuck
You're gonna send it straight to my face
You just [N] say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[E] Have you ever felt your [Abm] perfect?
Oh, [B] oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh, oh
Have you ever felt your perfect?
Make a connection to Chicago [B] guttage
The gear changes often [E] as the seasons
As they're recycled, sad [B] to bring in
This is a part [E] of me, oh
_ [N] _
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