WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Why - Fatalist Palmistry Ukulele | Ver. 1
Stanard Tuning.
Im pretty sure there are the right chords for the song and the chords are pretty simple.
is A without putting your 3rd finger down on the B string - A can be subistuted in this
but i think it sounds better with Asus2)
Enjoy.
Em Dsus2
i sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
C
and coffin rehersal
Em Dsus2
i know a psychic who reads her own palms
C
and her findings are personal
Em Dsus2
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
C
well maybe she knows something i don't know
G C
but i am still alive in love and
Em C
wide eyed in my time
Em Dsus2 C
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
G C
your cat clawed out my eyes while i's
Dsus2 C
distracted by your smile
Em Dsus2 C
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
Em Dsus2 C
and you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating
G
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
C
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Em
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Dsus2
a little patience
G
but your painted pony is fading
C
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
Em Dsus2 C
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
Em
you count them blessings cause your net worth
Dsus2 C
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
Em
but god put a song on my palm
Dsus2 C
that you can't read
[no actual chords in the song, but they are...]
Em
i'm lucky to be under
C
this same sky that held
Em
the exhale from your first breath
C
like a ring on a pillow of clouds
Em
C
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
Em
to burst between the wrapped lengths
C
of its bowed ribbon cell
[Chords are essentially the same from here on..]
but i am still alive in love and
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
there's a moth flock in my gut growing
a tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
but your painted pony is fading
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see
- Dejayou