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A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene

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I’m the 
Bm
band in a show bout a man holding hands with his 
A
wife
  
On a 
Bm
therapist’s couch with his face to the ground (after fucking around countless 
A
nights)
  
And, in this 
G
one episode, close-up cameras are showing him 
A
crying
  
His red 
Em
head and
G
 his red 
A
eyes
  
I’m the 
Bm
band in a show bout a boy being buried a
A
live,
  
From his 
Bm
head to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!)
  
with a set of raccoon 
A
eyes,
  
And there’s this 
G
scene in the show when a hustler knows he’s gonna 
A
die.
  
The ground 
Em
opens
G
 and he climbs in
A
side.
D
And as he speaks his last 
A
line, a thought falls from his 
Em
mind and I 
  
pick it up 
G
right through the 
A
TV:
  
Oh, 
Em
oh  
G
  
Is there a 
A
hand to take hold of the scene?
D  Em  A  G
  
I’m a 
Bm
man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my 
A
eyes,
  
Is the queen - 
Bm
formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod bolted into her 
A
spine.
  
She rises 
G
up like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw, splits apart like a jaw, like an 
A
eye.
  
And she 
Em
asks me
G
 with a 
A
sigh,
D
When we’re so far from 
A
right
  
When we’re losing the 
Em
fight
  
When we’re letting the 
G
light weaken its 
A
beam -
  
Oh, 
Em
oh  
G
  
Is there a 
A
hand to take hold of the scene?
D  Em  A  G
  
I want a 
D
smile like a 
Em
glistening shard. I want a kiss that’s as sharp as a 
A
knife. The day 
G
expires.
  
and the 
D
dry, cracked, 
Em
trembling lips God saw fit  
  
to put this kiss in
A
side
  
I lift them 
G
up to 
D
you. I’d like to bear 
Em
witness 
A
to 
  
N.C.
light that is fine and is filling the cryingest 
A
eyes,
Bm
Grace in each face that is making the wastedest, brokenest ones fairly 
A
fly,
G
Love that is innocent, of that ol’ cynical, covetest, cancerous 
A
vibe,
  
And a 
Em
beauty 
G
 that an
A
nihilates all life
D
Like it’s lived in these 
A
nights, holding your hatred 
Em
tight
  
Like a sign that you’re 
G
right or you’re strong
D
When your doors are shut 
A
tight, I will dream you to
Em
night,
  
And my dream will just 
G
sweep you along.
D
When all fires are 
A
fanned, when we’re shucking our 
Em
plans,
  
When we’re too weak to 
G
stand on our two 
A
feet -
  
Oh, 
Em
oh  
G
  
Is there a 
A
hand to take hold of this scene?
D  A  D  A  D  A  D
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