Rips In The Fabric chords by Vic Chesnutt

Intro:
C   F   G  x3

Verse 1:

                         C       F  G
She was walking down the sidewalk

                         C  F  G
Sniffing swiftly in the wind

                           C      F  G
Thinking of everything and nothing

                           C    F  G
Just another flighty human being

                     C     F  G
And satellites where arcing

               C   F  G
Undetected overhead

                    C        F  G
Her cells were busy splitting

                    C   F  G
And jettisoning the dead

Chorus:

    F  G  C          F
Beauty is as beauty does

       C           G
In the eyes of the beholder

         F                   C
Or collectively in all of us

Instrumental:
C   F   G  x2

Verse 2:

                     C     F  G
She was waving to a cyclist

                     C  F  G
As he went coasting by

                  C        F  G
Through a lazy intersection

                             C    F  G
Towards the remainder of his life

                     C     F  G
And a feral cat went diving

                  C    F  G
Behind a dumpster there

                           C   F  G
Which displaced a big brown rat

                                 C    F  G
That went fleeing with a comical flair

Chorus:

       F     G      C       F
We are trapped, but we are free

    C             G
To go through the motions

               F               C
And be just as happy as we can be.

Instrumental:
C   F   G  x2

Verse 3:

               C        F  G
And later on I held her

        C        F  G
In my skinny arms

                         C     F  G
My chapped lips were whispering

            C  F  G
Esoteric alarms

                         C     F  G
But her warm breath assuaged me

                 C    F  G
And the music returned

                C    F  G
Our dancing continued

                         C   F  G
While big forest fires burned

Outro:

         F      G    C        F
Space is spooky and time is a trip

              C                                   G
Don't let the preachers and teachers and hipsters fool you

               F                   C
There ain't no rips in the fabric.