Artist: Electric President
Song: Good Morning Hypocrite
Album: Electric President
Intro/Verse: F C G
Verse1:
Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart.
Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.
So we sing ...
Verse2:
I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me.
I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free,
And I can sing ...
Bridge: C E F C G F Ab Bb C
C E F
Climbed from my bed, to collect the thoughts that'd
C
fallen from my head,
G F Ab
And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the
Bb
basement, and beyond.
And you didn't blink.
C G F G
On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank
C
into the ground.
And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind.
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name.
C G F G A
Now I can play the victim. It's fine. I've seen it on TV.
G E
But if there's one thing I know, it's that I never really
F
know enough.
Verse3:
Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines.
These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat.
Outro: F C G
Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes.
I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes.
Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow.
Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones.
The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window.
The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow.
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes.
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts
Enjoy, I love this song :)
23.12.2007
Garwolin, Poland
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