WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Jens Lekman - An Argument With Myself Chords | Ver. 2
Capo 4
Intro: D, A, Em
D A Em
Having an argument with myself down Elizabeth Street
F#m Em
Bumping into backpackers and struggling with the parameters
Bm A
and the basic construction of my feet
D A Em
Kicking beer cans and rubbish along the concrete
F#m Em
Crossing the street and crossing galaxies of taxis and
Bm A
backseats and drunk Swedes and half-Greeks
G Bm A
Shut up, no, you shut up!
F#m G
What's the matter, take a number, Buttercup!
G Bm A
Every time I hear you say "f**k it"
F#m G
I would remind you of the photo in your pocket
G Bm A
How long it's been there, two years, I bet
F#m G
have a sniff, it probably smells like a cigarette
G Bm A
When was the last time you smoked a cigarette?
F#m
And more importantly, who did you smoke it with?
D A Em
Having an argument with myself down Victoria Street
F#m Em
Passing the market now, the windows in neon
Bm A
illuminating my path to defeat
D A Em
Your grinning face scaring a poor parakeet
F#m Em
Your heavy breathing scaring the wind
Bm A
So rich on Summer and so sweet
G Bm A
f**k you, no, you f**k you!
F#m G
You didn't come here for nothing, did you?
G Bm A
I know that's what you've been saying lately
F#m G
But let me draw attention to exhibit B
G Bm A
A honeysuckle in a plastic envelope
F#m G
and put the flower underneath a microscope
G Bm A
See what's written on the petals
F#m G
Look closer, that's her initials
(This part I haven't figured out yet, please let me know if you do.)
And now I'm walking by Bev and Mick's backpacker hostel on Victoria Street
Where it's reggae night tonight
And the backpackers are pouring out like a tidal wave of vomit
I have to sit down on the curbside and count the coins in my pocket
See if I have enough cash to take a taxi home
...No
Alright, yes, can we just try to figure this out?
Can we just talk about this, please?
Nah, I don't wanna talk to you
OK, you wanna keep fighting?
Yeah, I wanna keep on fighting
Alright, fair enough
1, 2, 3, here we go!
D A Em
Having an argument with myself down Queensbury Street
F#m Em
The lonely light from the town hall clock tower
Bm A
Chime of the bells striking
1, 2, 3
D A Em
And it took shape in the form of an image in the form of a living memory
F#m Em
The way her shadow used to walk by your side
Bm A
In a different time, in a different city
G Bm A
Oh please, no you oh please!
F#m G
I wanna see you drop down on your knees
G Bm A
I wanna see your hand waving "Farewell"
F#m G
Why you hittin' yourself, why you hittin' yourself?
G Bm A
History repeats itself twice, said Marx
F#m G
First as tragedy, then as farce
G Bm A
But where did I find its source,
F#m D A Em
To make history of a love, a love like ours?
D A Em
A love like ours
