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tx, jFb
EVERYONE EXCEPT ME HAS BAD BREATH (E A D G B E)
Everyone except me has bad breath. And I am the only who’s upset.
Everyone except me is dying. And I’m the only one who cares.
Who are these strangers
in my backyard? They don’t need to leave, I just want to know who they are.
Who are these children? Do they know me? Why won’t they let me sleep?
Something inside these songs takes care of me though I don’t know what it is.
I don’t know why. I don’t know how. And I don’t need to.
When I sit down I get closer to something and we’re strangely connected.
I love my guitar and I love the backyard and I love the sky and I love the grass and I only ask for one thing.
TIRED (E A D G B E, capo 4)
I’ve got scratchy eyes. I can’t concentrate. I didn’t sleep much last night. I don’t feel so great. And I slept in way too late. Now everything’s askew. I don’t know where to go. And I don’t know what to do.
Everything feels too close. But I feel so far away. I want to use my voice. But I don’t know what to say. And I’ve got to go to the shops. But I don’t know what I’ll cook. I want to see something true. But I don’t know where to look.
I’ve got dirty hands. And I want to chew my nails. I don’t want to be stuck here. But I don’t want to go off the rails. And I think I’ve been scared to fail. But I didn’t realise. I think I’m going to be ok. I think I’m just a little tired.
EVERYBODY WILL LOVE YOU (E A D G B E, capo 2)
Perfect songs are not true. Don’t get stuck on a point of view. Everybody loves you.
I don’t know why I yelled at you. Even though it was years ago. I think about it all the time.
And we never talked about it. I don’t know if we even should. But I’m writing a song about it so it feels we probably should.
Perfect songs are not true. Don’t get stuck on a point of view. Everybody loves you.
I could sit here all day. I really mean it. But there’s a dirty bathroom and I’ve got to clean it.
And if I want to buy the new Jeff Parker record then I’ve got to find a way to make some money and it would be nice to pay for dinner and flowers and not have to take money out of my savings.
Perfect songs are not true. Don’t get stuck on a point of view. Everybody loves you.
And now we’re going to have a baby. And I think I can be a good dad. But I don’t really know what that means.
Because I really want to be around. And we’ve come this far without me having a real job. But we live in a shack with a hole in the roof.
Perfect songs are not true. Don’t get stuck on a point of view. Everybody loves you.
And I won’t pretend I know what to do. Or what the best thing is for you. But everybody loves you. Everybody loves you. Everybody will love you.
IT AIN’T FOR ME (E A D G B E)
I hear you ringing that bell. You’re ringing it right.
I hear you ringing that bell. You’re ringing it right.
When it’s black as the sky on a moonless night. I’ve got the inclination if you’ve got the time.
I hear you ringing that bell. You’re ringing it right.
I hear you ringing that bell. You’re ringing it good.
I hear you ringing that bell. You’re ringing it good.
Well baby you could and I think you should. Just hold my head and knock on wood.
I hear you ringing that bell. You’re ringing it good.
I hear you ringing that bell. Is it for me?
I hear you ringing that bell. No, it ain’t for me.
But it looks so good and it sounds so sweet. It feels so right and it’s so pretty.
I hear you ringing that bell but it ain’t for me.
No, it ain’t for me.
Oh well, it ain’t for me.
SOMETIMES (E A D G B E)
Sometimes I’m scared to put myself there. Sometimes you’re already in my chair. Sometimes I have to sit in a different chair.
Sometimes I wake up in the night and it feels like morning has come. Sometimes I get up and check the time and it’s only like 11PM.
Sometimes I try to satisfy myself using only logic and reason. Sometimes I try to convince myself.
Sometimes I try to twist my own arm into a certain course of action. Something that looks good on paper but don’t feel right.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I’m right there. Sometimes everything just happens.
Sometimes there’s no need for words or thoughts or actions. Or silly little songs. They just happen.
They just happen.
MEETING SOMEONE GOING TO THE CAPITAL WHO CAN TAKE A MESSAGE (E A D G B E)
Looking east towards my old home. Road stretching on and on. I can no longer dry my tears. Sleeves of my robe are soaked through.
We meet; two riders on the road. But I have no paper or pen. So I ask you kindly to let them know I am safe and well.