Harness Your Hopes chords by Pavement

PAVEMENT - "Harness Your Hopes"
from the _Spit on a Stranger_ EP

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Harness Your Hopes - tab by Maf013@gmail.com
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Great B-Side from Pavement.  I haven't figured it all out yet,
     so feel free to add to this.  The actual recording is tuned a
little
     bit sharp. All of the verses are pretty much the same.

Starts on an A barre chord, then goes into the verse.


Verse

F#m
Harness your hopes
            A
on just one person
                   F#m
because you know a harness
                  A - One time
was only made for one


                     F#m
Don't telegraph your passes
                   A
You'll end up with molasses
              F#m
cauterized in syrup
              A
And syrup and molasses


                         B
And I'm checking out the asses
                  D
The assets that attract us
                 F#m
To anything that moves
                      A
We're deep inside the grooves

                           B
And it's time to shake the rations
                      D
cause someone's gonna cash in
                  F#m
The plot it turns again
                        A
The reference starts at ten


Verse 2


     F#m
Well show me
                        A
A word that rhymes with Pavement
                      F#m
And I won't kill your parents
                    A - One time
And roast them on a spit


                       F#m
And a-don't you try to etch it
               A
Or permanently sketch it
              F#m             A
Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold


                                B
And the freaks have stormed the white house
               D
I moved into a lighthouse
                 F#m
It's on a scenic quay
               A
It's oh so far away

                  B
Far away from the beginning
                      D
The shroud is made of linen
                      F#m
The yearling took the purse
                   A
The goth kid has a hearse


Heart-breaking
Earth-quaking
Kiwis they are home baking
Minds wide open truly


Verse

Leisure
A leisure suit is nothing
It's nothing to be proud of
In this late century

And I'm asking you to hold me
Just like the morning paper
Pinched between your pointer
Your index and your thumb

It's a semi-automatic
Believers are ecstaic
You see the way they cling
The cold metallic sting

And I'm living in a coma
For Donna DeVorona
The harness made of hopes
The lovers on the ropes


Nun is to church
As the parrot is to perch
And my Heart's
Wide open Truly



Tab by Maf013@gmail.com