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Lazy Projector

Andrew Bird
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 X2
If  memory serves  us, then who  owns the master
How  do we know  who's projecting  this reel
And  is it like  gruel or like  quick drying  plaster
Tell  me how  long til the  paint starts  to peel
 Is it like Pyramus  or Apollo  or an archer  we don't  know
 Though history  repeats  itself, and time's  a crooked  bow
 Come on tell us something we don't know
Now  who's the  best boy and  the casting director
And  the editor  splicing  your face from  the scene
It's  all in the  hands of a  lazy projector
That  forgetting, embellishing,  lying  machine
That  forgetting, embellishing,  lying  machine
  They say all good  things must come to an end
  Everyday  the night must fall
 How it all came to this, I simply  can't recall
  Too many cooks  in the kitchen
  How  the mighty must fall
 But I  can't see the sense in us breaking  up at all
I  can't see the sense in us breaking  up at all
I  can't see the sense in us  breaking up at all
Breaking  up at all
And  it's all  in the hands of  a lazy projector
That  forgetting, embellishing,  lying  machine

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Readable chord sheet for Lazy Projector by Andrew Bird

[G] [D] [A] [Em] [G] [D] [F#7] [G] X2

[G]If memory se[D]rves us, then [A]who owns the [Em]master
[G]How do we k[D]now who's p[F#7]rojecting this [G]reel

[G]And is it li[D]ke gruel or li[A]ke quick dryi[Em]ng plaster
[G]Tell me how[D] long til t[F#7]he paint starts[G] to peel

Is it like Py[Em]ramus or Apoll[D]o or an [F#7]archer we don't[Bm] know
Though [Em]history repe[D]ats itself, and [F#7]time's a crooke[G]d bow
Come on tell us something we don't [Bm]know         [A]

[G] [D] [A] [Em] [G] [D] [F#7] [G]

[G]Now who's th[D]e best boy and[A] the casting [Em]director
[G]And the edi[D]tor splicin[F#7]g your face fro[G]m the scene
[G]It's all in [D]the hands of a[A] lazy project[Em]or
[G]That forgetting, embel[D]lishing, l[F#7]ying m[G]achine
[G]That forgetting, embel[D]lishing, l[F#7]ying m[G]achine

[D] [G] [repeated]

 They say all good[D] things must come to an end
 Ever[G]yday the night must fall
[D] How it all came to this, I s[G]imply can't recall
 Too many [D]cooks in the kitchen
 [G]How the mighty must fall
But [D]I can't see the sense in us [G]breaking up at all
[D]I can't see the sense in us [G]breaking up at all
[D]I can't see the sense in us[G] breaking up at all
[E]Breaking up at a[A7]ll

[G]And it's all[D] in the hands [A]of a lazy pro[Em]jector
[G]That forgetting, embel[D]lishing, l[F#7]ying m[G]achine

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