Harness Your Hopes Ukulele chords by Pavement

Tuning: G C E A (G C E A)

Difficulty: Intermediate

INTRO (not really sure)
Dm Am E Dm Am E Am Dm Am E

After intro strum A for 2 measures

F#m                              A
Harness your hopes on just one person
                    F#m                       A
Because you know a harness was only made for one
                       F#m                          A
Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses
                 F#m                    A
Cauterized with syrup and syrup and molasses

A                        B                          D
And I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us
                  F#m                            A
To anything that moves.. we're deep inside the grooves
A                           B                               D
And it's time to shake the rations, 'cause someone's gonna cash in
                   F#m                            A
The plot it turns again.. the reference starts at ten


F#m                              A
Show me a word that rhymes with pavement
                       F#m                        A
And I won't kill your parents and roast them on a spit
                         F#m                       A
And a - don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it
                 F#m             A
Or you're gonna catch a bad bad cold


A                               B                           D
And the freaks have stormed the white house, I moved into a lighthouse
                 F#m                 A
It's on a scenic quay, is oh so far away
A                    B                              D
Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of Lenin
                       F#m                        A
The yearling took the purse, the goth kid has a hearse


E               E              E
Heart breaking, earth quaking, kiwis they are home baking
D       A      B E     D    A
Minds.. wide.. o-pen.. true-ly


F#m                            A
Leisure.. a leisure suit is nothing
A                   F#m                          A
It's nothing to be proud of.. in this late century
A                     F#m                            A
And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper
A                     F#m                           A
Pinched between your pointer, your index and your thumb


A               B                       D
It's a semi automatic.. believers are ecstatic
                      F#m                       A
You see the way they cling.. the cold metallic sting
A                    B                  D
And I'm living in a coma.. for Donna DeVorona
                    F#m                        A
The harness made of hopes.. the lovers on the ropes


E           E            E            E
Nun is to church as the parrot is to perch
        D      A    B E   D    A
And my heart's wide o-pen true-ly