Color de Fondo
The Unstoppable Johnny Appleseedâs Last Immaculate Confession
As (A)far as stories go, mine is the (Em)best one that I (D)know,
Though itâs the (F#m)only one I really know â so, well, (E)you knowâ¦
And yet as (D)time goes on and on, slips left or (F#m)right side up or down
I fear I (E)feel even my own ink quickly (D)draining
Out with it (E)then! Before my pen is sucked in (D)old age white and thin
I scrawl for (F#m)sins and salva(E)tions, reflections (D)fading
And though itâs (E)so hard to detail it is quite (D)simple to sum it:
(Bm)I went to bed brass and I (D)woke up a trumpet.
[hold, still] And Iâm playing (A)God now, tumbling dice
Iâm thinking (D)once, not (A)twice
Iâm thinking (D)big, not (A)nice, nece(E)ssarily.
Iâve got a (D)plan, but itâs my (A)own.
Iâm sick of (D)death and flesh and (A)bone.
Iâm thinking (D)all you people, (A)all of you, are just (E)scaring me.
So here I (D)go, I boot the (F#m)road,
I smash the (D)gravel under (F#m)toe
I turn the (D)moon around and (F#m)show the sun a (E)thing or two
Iâm dodging (D)God, Iâm made to (E)move,
A hungry (D)hound dogâs twitching (A)tooth,
Iâm rear(D)ranging battle (A)maps they drew at (E)Waterloo!
I am no (D)Fatherâs fool
Claim (E)no vessel nor tool
At best mu(D)tinyâs crew
Itself a (E)jab at Zeus
What was I (F#m)telling you?...
What was I (D)telling you?...
What was I (E)telling you?...
[instrumental on E drone?]
â¦Ah, yes! So (A)waking as a yawp, my bonnet (Em)beeâd, shook soda (D)popped,
blinking a(F#m)round about the kingdom in whose (E)reign Iâd been dropped off
I coughed and (D)sputtered to a start, turned twice the (F#m)crank nailed to my heart
I felt I (E)feared birdsâ dream of clouds go sickly (D)bleeding
Shakedustoff, (E)wings! These prisonersâ rings, encrusted (D)diamond death of (E)things
Fly, sing, pro(F#m)mote notes towards the (E)throats of landlords (D)deedingâ¦Cause:
As its (E)whipping accomplicewind stretchedgrowing (D)skin strengthened and stiffened,
I saw the (Bm)sun is not chicken, itâs in(D)different
so Iâm pitting (A)God against these eyesâ¦
Iâm thinking (D)heavenâs not so (A)high
And mighty, (D)thinking flight, not (A)fight, but are you (E)feeling me?
All these de(D)sires fester un(A)told.
mad masterâs (D)piece weâd pluck to (A)mold
Iâm thinking (D)this is me, and (A)that is me, but what is (E)really me?
So sound the (D)bells, and fig the (F#m)trees,
My breath is (D)bigger than the (F#m)breeze
I wrap the (D)wind into a (F#m)seed and sow it (E)deep in, too
Iâm mocking (D)God a mimic(E)king,
I care no (D)more for her or (A)him
Tecumseh, (D)time to wind that (A)train back to Tip(E)pecanoe!
Head beaten (D)red and blue
Come killing (E)two by two
They put the (D)fear in you
Thereâs nothing (E)left to prove
They tried to (F#m)take our birth
If lost, re(E)turn to earth.
If lost, re(D)turn to earth.
If lost, re(A, let ring)turn-tâthee-earth.
[instrumental fade out on A riff?]
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