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Frontman in Heaven

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I’m 
D
trying to trans
Em
mute tap 
Bm
water into 
A
wine
  
Out here, 
D
somewhere in this Las 
Em
Cruces mo
Bm
tel 
A
room
  
The 
D
floor and ceiling 
Em
vibrate so 
Bm
I can barely 
A
stand
  
“Calm 
D
down”, says the Sky Man, “you’re 
A
injured”
  
D
dreamt last night I was 
Em
halfway up the 
Bm
ladder to 
A
heaven
  
And I 
D
shot up this 
Em
morning with an 
Bm
attitude 
A
  
G
charged through the city and I wandered the 
Bm
streets
G
Trying to get answers with just my irresistible 
F♯m
smile
  
Shouting “
G
who will provide the celestial blueprint we 
A
need?”
  
Echoing 
D
voices zig
Em
zag in the 
Bm
night 
A
  
In and a
D
round 
Em
forest-view a
Bm
partments 
A
  
To 
D
crack a bay 
Em
window and 
Bm
feel the fair 
A
winds
  
She 
D
throws back her 
Em
head and she 
Bm
lifts up her 
A
hands
  
She drives her
D
self into an 
Em
amphetamine madness
  
She says “
D
Tell me, just 
Em
tell me I was 
Bm
right” 
A
  
And she’s taken 
D
all the wrong 
Em
pills
  
Her 
Bm
voice begins 
A
cracking
  
Her 
D
eyes open, staring at 
A
nothing
  
Do you 
E
get what I’m saying?
  
G
feel my heart beating. I wonder how I couldn’t keep it from 
Bm
coming on
  
G
want you so much in this wild desert heat that it’s 
F♯m
scary
  
But I 
G
know I have done so much that could be construed as 
A
damage
  
And there’s 
G
something bad within me that makes me want to take ad
A
vantage
  
When you’re 
D
tripped up, 
Em
slipped up
  
Blonde 
Bm
hair and black-
A
lipped up
  
With 
D
all those silk straps round your 
A
ankles
  
D
feel myself con
Em
vinced we could 
Bm
do whatever all 
A
night
  
It’s 
D
high time we 
Em
broke completely 
Bm
free of all con
A
trol
E
Hi there! How are you?
Well I feel like my brain just exploded
G
Tell all your girlfriends I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful, I’m 
Bm
someone
G
Tell them it’s breezy and warm down here in this strange 
F♯m
place
  
I will 
G
wake in the morning displaying the mark of a 
A
new man
  
Whose 
G
whole world has altered in front of his stupefied 
A
face
  
I re
D
call when 
Em
things were way more 
Bm
fun around 
A
here
  
But the 
D
Sky Man re
Em
minds me I’m almost a 
Bm
ghost of my
A
self
  
It 
D
seems to me 
Em
everything 
Bm
fine fell a
A
way
  
I’ve 
D
seen the forests 
Em
burn and learned you 
Bm
have to arm your
A
self
  
It’s gonna be a 
D
funky fresh 
Em
Christmas and I don’t 
Bm
think I can 
A
handle it
  
When there’s 
D
so little dignity in 
A
anything
  
Do you 
E
feel what I feel?
  
And 
G
Christ, will you watch my back where I do 
Bm
roam?
  
To a 
G
room full of murderous boys with no songs of their 
A
own
  
I feel 
D
sick, I feel 
Em
compromised 
Bm
all the way 
A
down
  
Like an 
D
eagle with 
Em
all of its 
Bm
feathers plucked 
A
out
  
Can you 
E
see it in your mind?
  
I was incon
G
siderate and cold
  
But I can change if it’s such a big 
Bm
deal to you
  
G
watch the dying sun sink on those jerk-offs in their con
F♯m
vertibles
  
I went a little 
G
out of control, oh, with the boys out in the 
A
parking lot
  
Loneliness 
G
blinded me, down in the peanut-shell 
A
bars
  
Wild ]D]wild nights,
Em
 heavy 
Bm
romance 
A
  
There was 
D
Percodan 
Em
spilled on the 
Bm
dancefloor 
A
  
There were 
D
corpses in plain 
Em
sight and they were just 
Bm
walking a
A
round
  
And the 
G
good old boys on their leatherette
  
Want a woman who was 
Bm
down for whatever
  
G
learned to be compassionate by watching those working girls 
F♯m
smile
  
Heaven was 
G
lying ’neath my feet like some wall-to-wall 
A
carpeting
  
And 
G
sometimes I believe that there’s actually no such thing as 
A
love
  
And 
G
one of these days I might not be so 
A
good to you
  
Can you 
E
see what I’m saying?
  
Come and 
D
sit where I’m 
Em
sitting, oh 
Bm
darling 
A
  
Because 
D
now I 
Em
understand that it wasn’t you who 
Bm
held me back 
A
  
There were 
D
forces beyond my 
Em
control and maybe I 
Bm
held myself 
A
down
  
All of that 
D
money it gets so 
Em
hard to 
Bm
stay yourself a
A
round
  
But 
G
girl, give me just one little chance
  
Well, show me some 
Bm
trust again
  
I will 
G
sing your soul far away, up to a sparkling 
A
star
  
Where 
D
all our old 
Em
frends will be 
Bm
waiting 
A
  
Hold my 
D
hand and sigh 
Em
in a soft 
Bm
whisper 
A
  
That you don’t just 
D
care about 
Em
getting what you 
Bm
paid for 
A
  
And on the 
G
day that I finally die
  
Well I just might start 
Bm
screaming
  
In the 
G
one private instant I cross over that unseen l
A
ine
  
The last remaining 
D
species of 
Em
birds will be 
Bm
singing away 
A
  
Singing 
D
goodbye to my 
Em
tastes, and my 
Bm
face, and L
A
A
  
Good
D
bye to New 
Em
Mexico and T
Bm
ex
A
as
  
When I’m 
D
gone, I know 
Em
there will be 
Bm
some things I 
A
miss
D
Hold me and help me re
A
member
  
Cause it’s 
E
almost time
  
We are 
G
born wired-up and our heads are all flooded with 
Bm
messages
  
That get 
G
harder to pick out, except at the start and the 
A
end
  
And 
D
you,
Em
 my 
Bm
weeping friend 
A
  
I can’t 
D
wait to des
Em
cribe to you what I’ll 
Bm
see up there 
A
  
Though I’m 
D
sure it will be an ad
A
justment
  
There are 
D
voices calling 
Em
me from down the 
Bm
hallway 
A
  
There are 
D
voices that filter 
Em
up through the 
Bm
silence 
A
  
And “Calm 
D
down,” says the Sky Man, “you’re r
A
aving.”
  
So 
G
alright 
  
Nighty-
Bm
night
  
Nighty-
F♯m
night
A
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