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A Stone

(Capo on 3rd fret)

 
    G                        C
Hot breath, rough skin, warm laughs and smiling,
              Em                  D
the loveliest words whispered and meant -
         C
you like all these things.
                     D                            G
But, though you like all these things, you love a stone.
          C                    D               Am
You love a stone, because it's smooth and it's cold.
               Em         D                       C
And you'd love most to be told that it's all your own.

                G                    D
 You love white veins, you love hard grey,
              Am                    C
 the heaviest weight, the clumsiest shape,
               Em                   D
 the earthiest smell, the hollowest tone -
            C
 you love a stone.

G D Am C

                  G
And I'm found too fast, called too fond of flames,
                        C
and then I'm phoning my friends, and then I'm shouldering the blame,
                     Em                 D            C
while you're picking pebbles out of the drain, miles ago.
                   G
You're out singing songs, and I'm down shouting names
                   C
at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane.
               Em                  D
Am I losing my cool, overstating my case?
                 C                     D
Well, baby, what can I say? You know I never claimed
             G                     C
that I was a stone. And you love a stone.

                G                    D
 You love white veins, you love hard grey,
              Am                    C
 the heaviest weight, the clumsiest shape,
               Em                   D
 the earthiest smell, the hollowest tone -
            C
 you love a stone.

G D Am C
G D Am C

G
           C                   D              Am
You love a stone, because it's dark, and it's old,
                Em          D                       C
and if it could start being alive you'd stop living alone.
              G                             D
And I think I believe that, if stones could dream,
                      Am                          C
they'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece,
                  Em                      D                       C
and turned into a castle or some towering queen they're unable to know.

                       G                D
 And when that queen's daughter came of age,
                  Am                      C
 I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave,
                   Em                    D
 and suitors would journey from kingdoms away
                    C
 to make themselves known.

                    G                  D
 And I think that I know the bitter dismay
                Am                           C
 of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day
                     Em                    D
 when she turned him away to remember some knave
                       C                    G
 who oncegave just one rose, one day, years ago.

  D Am C
G D Am C
G D Am C
G
 
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