Presumably Dead Arm Sidney Gish

Presumably Dead Arm

Sidney Gish

Keith George

312
0:00 3:25
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 4/4
Tonalité: Bb
Capo:
Case 8
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Intro]
| D - | - - | G - | - A |
| D - | - - | G - | - A |

[Verse 1]
D
Just to start this off
                           G
This isn't the start of anything
                       A
Just a song that I can sing to you
      D
We're standing in a graveyard
A presumably dead arm
                        G
Popped through the grass
                          A
And who doesn't talk about that?
D
Honey, you are nothing to me
But alcohol and dopamine
    G
I'm dying on the sofa
                      A
And I barely know the time
    D
But like an old man say, I reckon
I love you for a millisecond
    G
But I don't wear a watch or Rolex
                 A
And my brain's a toddler
       Em
Rollerskating down a hill
  A7
I took a spill
              D
And ran into a tree
             E7
And suffered minor injuries

[Chorus]
Em
Honey, you are nothing to me
  A7
I don't call people anything
D
Thought to be so sweet

[Verse 2]
    D
But I'm just being bitchy
                                    G
'Cause nearly everyone skipped over me on
                  A
Our twilight hour meet and greet
    D
One coffee table theater scene
One disregard the soaring tick
     G
Back there in corner three
                            A
I'd rather let the poor kid sleep
          D
But he is tripping balls
He is tripping testes
LSD, post wisdom teeth
   G
He got lost in the shower
                        A
And he barely knows the hour
  D
I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
    G
And all the childhood streets
                               A
And deceased pets that they're referencing
      Em
And in  the box I'll type
     A7
I'll know all the numbers to try
  D                              E7
I wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you're high
Em
I'm in love with strangers
         A7
Who I've never even seen
             F#
In love with weird cut bangs
                     Bm               D/A
And sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
       Em
And I'm  in love with fresh air friends
     A7
From overheated houses
       F#
'Til I uber up a giant park
    Bm             D/A
And dump my body in   my dorm bed

[Chorus]
Em
Honey you are nothing to me
  A7
I don't call people anything
F#                    Bm D/A
Thought to be so sweet
        Em                   A7
But the speech is coming back
                D
With a vengeance it seems

[Verse 3]
    D
And all these pretend spouses
Are a happy storybook
              G
That will turn to stark nonfiction
A              A7
In the time it took
            D
For me to notice that I'm old
Which means I'll be 30 and happy
       G
Likely married to
   Em       A               A7
Personified business casual khakis
        Em
And I'll  forget about it
           A7
When I wake  up late and stupid
  F#
I tried to tell the uber driver
Bm               D/A
'Til he tried to hit it
       Em
I tried  to tell myself
             A7
Because I've come this far along
   F#
Carrying my zombie arm
      Bm          D/A
To the  15th grade   prom

[Chorus]
Em
Honey you are nothing to me
  A7
I don't call people anything
F#                    Bm D/A
Thought to be so sweet
        Em
But the speech is coming back
A7                    D
  With a vengeance it seems
E7    Em
  The speech is coming back
A7                    D
  With a vengeance it seems

[Outro]
| G - - - | - - - A7 | - D - - |

Mesures

[Intro]
| D - | - - | G - | - A |
| D - | - - | G - | - A |

[Verse 1]
| D  - | -  - | G - | -  A |
| D  - | -  - | G - | -  A |
| D  - | -  - | G - | -  A |
| D  - | -  - | G - | -  A |
| Em - | A7 - | D - | E7 - |

Just to start this off
This isn't the start of anything
Just a song that I can sing to you
We're standing in a graveyard
A presumably dead arm
Popped through the grass
And who doesn't talk about that?
Honey, you are nothing to me
But alcohol and dopamine
I'm dying on the sofa
And I barely know the time
But like an old man say, I reckon
I love you for a millisecond
But I don't wear a watch or Rolex
And my brain's a toddler
Rollerskating down a hill
I took a spill
And ran into a tree
And suffered minor injuries

[Chorus]
| Em | A7 | D | - |

Honey, you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything
Thought to be so sweet

[Verse 2]
| D  - | -  - | G  - | -  A   |
| D  - | -  - | G  - | -  A   |
| D  - | -  - | G  - | -  A   |
| D  - | -  - | G  - | -  A   |
| Em - | A7 - | D  - | E7 -   |
| Em - | A7 - | F# - | Bm D/A |
| Em - | A7 - | F# - | Bm D/A |

But I'm just being bitchy
'Cause nearly everyone skipped over me on
Our twilight hour meet and greet
One coffee table theater scene
One disregard the soaring tick
Back there in corner three
I'd rather let the poor kid sleep
But he is tripping balls
He is tripping testes
LSD, post wisdom teeth
He got lost in the shower
And he barely knows the hour
I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
And all the childhood streets
And deceased pets that they're referencing
And in  the box I'll type
I'll know all the numbers to try
I wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you're high
I'm in love with strangers
Who I've never even seen
In love with weird cut bangs
And sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
And I'm  in love with fresh air friends
From overheated houses
'Til I uber up a giant park
And dump my body in   my dorm bed

[Chorus]
| Em - | A7 - | F# - | Bm D/A |
| Em - | A7 - | D  - | -  -   |

Honey you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything
Thought to be so sweet
But the speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems

[Verse 3]
| D  - | -  - | G  -  | A  A7  |
| D  - | -  - | G  Em | A  A7  |
| Em - | A7 - | F# -  | Bm D/A |
| Em - | A7 - | F# -  | Bm D/A |

And all these pretend spouses
Are a happy storybook
That will turn to stark nonfiction
In the time it took
For me to notice that I'm old
Which means I'll be 30 and happy
Likely married to
Personified business casual khakis
And I'll  forget about it
When I wake  up late and stupid
I tried to tell the uber driver
'Til he tried to hit it
I tried  to tell myself
Because I've come this far along
Carrying my zombie arm
To the  15th grade   prom

[Chorus]
| Em - | A7 - | F# - | Bm D/A |
| Em - | A7 - | D  - | E7 -   |
| Em - | A7 - | D  - | -  -   |

Honey you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything
Thought to be so sweet
But the speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems
The speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems

[Outro]
| G - - - | - - - A7 | - D - - |

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