Self-Ignition
when noted * you can play this little lick:
Oh self ignition,
*
i can feel her suitcase sensing mine
she was her own permission,
*
miss nineteen ninety ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
(chords are half time)
charles james sofa, and a household truce
and there every wednesday night beneath the counter booth
i woke up in a house i could understand
the descendants of defendants were making demands.
gently thinking backwards
*
on the psychedelic promises god made to me in the dark
some of these kids don t have words
*
they re as helpless as parakeets in a park
(chords are half time)
i couldn t believe it, when i saw that you wrote
that a burning passenger shouldn t ruin the boat
if dreams are your body telling you it s confused
then i ve got a dream i think you can use
all lace and fiction
*
in the lawless rooms where you finally lost your health
i read the evening edition
*
and the pumpkin on the porch is trying to heal itself
(same as above)
i don t like magic, and i don t like tricks
having a helluvah time believing we exist
the mailman dreams he s paul revere
he wants the whole town to buy him a beer
(no chords)
and i have to remember that your not wanting me
doesn t make me any less here
have fun, gorb.
