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Thornapple the Babyfat (Lyric) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
{1)Verse chords are Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat}
He walked on top of centipedes
With truth in heart, his right eye bleeds
Though in a time of much turmoil
He would preach the poem, and churn the soil
My father was him this awkward man
He died a liar, with pen in hand
I speak the truth, these words shall grow
Upon your minds, I watch this show
Send me back to distant times
I'm sick of doubt, and unheard chimes
Let me hear the Jackals cry
My thoughts would weep
my spirit fly
{Chorus has same chords as ver se Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat}
As time crushes everything
between its gears,
yes time easily
will brush aside
all of
your tender years
{Bridge, tempo slowed and tweaked a bit. Chords are Cmaj, and Emin}
What I lack
the faith
inside
starts to
unwind
like a spool
from the pool
God's tool
You think you're cool like a poodle
walking upright
You're so uptight, you're so uptight
Your money
is what keeps you so right
{2)Verse chords are Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat}
Feel it
so quick like a light bulb
On the top of my skull
A comic book, a tainted look
wide-spread, and all beneath
The freeway sends us back and forth
Like my lover and intercourse
It's a sick twisted vine
A dirty clothesline
{2)Chorus has same chords as verse Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat}
As time crushes everything
between its gears,
yes time easily
will brush aside
all of
your tender years
{Bridge, tempo slowed and tweaked a bit. Chords are Cmaj, and Emin}
Lay underneath
the siege took place beneath
while you slept
in the cot, in the cot
ha!, that your parents
bought back
for you
Christmas always
turns you
so damn blue, so damn blue
{3)Chorus has same chords as verse Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat}
As time crushes everything
between its gears,
yes time easily
will brush aside
all of
your tender years
{3)Verse chords are Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat, take off into freestyle}
{Pull out your bigg muff pedal and push repeatedly}
If Jimson weed is the
thing you need
grind it up, grind it up
When your mother is half
at her best
Scribe her name, against your chest
Ask the flower, for the power
Steep the tea, sacred hour
You've got your smoke
and your chalked symbols
saving you
one wolf hair..eye of toad...bat wing
headstone green
Walking through the cemetary....
Over cast was the climate
Uncolored was the day..
She is leaning on that mark of faith
but she doesn't want to talk
am i in the ground?
invisible, invisible
wash myself
all for you.
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