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From: jreitz@cats.ucsc.edu
Date: Fri, 1 Oct 93 19:01:52 -0700
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Subject: CRD:123-IndigoGirls
1-2-3
Indigo Girls
E A D G B E
D(9): x x 0 2 3 0
intro: E D(9) E D(9)
E D(9) E D(9)
>From the bowery to the brimstone, I tried to find your heart.
E D(9) E D(9)
With drugs of initiation, bottom of the barrel that drops.
E D(9) E D(9)
I understand your causes, sympathize the motivation.
E D(9) E D(9)
But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation.
E D(9)
One Two Three, Nothing's for free
E D(9) E
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.
D(9) E D(9)
You better own up to me yeah
E D(9) E D(9)
Manic blood runs thick my friend, are you looking for a clean escape?
E D(9) E D(9)
What's left when the locks have all been broken, young children of authority?
E D(9) E D(9)
How long can you be agile, dancing between the altar and the mercy seat?
E D(9) E D(9)
Here's a chance to make a choice, are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?
E D(9)
One Two Three, Nothing's for free
E D(9) C
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.
Em
the basement lies within us, the fear comes through the door
C Em C(9) A B
there's nothing left between us, the fear becomes a roar
E D(9) E D(9)
Once that wheel is in motion, don't lose what you have found.
E D(9) E D(9)
I'm talking about the burning wheel of tongues, everything that makes it go around.
E D(9) E D(9)
We're all born in the devil's scorn, they want to see you die.
E D(9) E D(9)
I'm asking you: Are you true? Everything they say is a lie.
E D(9)
One Two Three, Nothing's for free
E D(9) E
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.
D(9) E
You better own up to me yeah
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| jonas reitz | something fast and tragic at an early age. . .|
| jreitz@cats.ucsc.edu | -Alice Donut |
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