Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Key: A Difficulty: Novice Verse: Bm D Aug. 6th, carved in desks with old knives: A “Back when our common cause was alive Bm And--let’s say--the hyacinth fields were in bloom D Children watched as the soldiers marched by A All the birds fell like frogs from the sky Bm Prostrate in the streets every crescent moon D Lonesome offspring of which still resound A With the victimless sins of their authors passed down Bm And the remnants of loathsome, disjointed worlds D Along the short path round the lily pad pond A With off-white deerskin wedding dress on Bm German songs, homemade bonnets like old-order, amish girls jilted by squirrels D In the parks of Sioux Falls haunted by church bells A Like ghosts of applause and the earth deep down tire-stacked walls like Bm D A New Mexico, peaceful as moth-bitten pincushion dolls making up myths about wounds without cause...” Bm And sometimes when it’s quiet my heart feels like Guernica D scenes from old air raid: on screens in blue dusk A Perfumed neighborhoods/graveyards the breath feels like flies in my lungs, voice like ambulance Bm Sirens whose light floods the ground D (“praying mantis spreads arms” said the lines of whose palm?) A Skyline shifting like clouds became “airplane descends” Bm fade to scenes on the ground: human foreheads all smashed D Foreign cars upside down, insect mouths open wide A I stared down a huge insect, bright red-glowing eyes Bm does it feel wrong to say a thought “metastasized”?:, legs on both highway sides
Break: F#m A G (Said insect was mechanized!) F#m A G Em F#m A G (Said insect was mechanized!)
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