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Paint Or Pollen

Blind Pilot
Version1
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 X 2
don't  move an inch
listen  for a singing
 hitting in your bones  like they were forts
if  you hear what I hear
don't  just sit there
 we are only strumming water
 on this most unlikely  court
 (Same chords continue)
 you got blown shore to shore
 not quite sailing
 riding on the trade winds of age
 things blow in
 don't just cast them
 say it now, what you want to stay
 I was once on a long boat
 star mapping the night roots
 lightening the load
 just in case
 but things float in to be taken
 if you don't know by now what will stay
so  don't move an inch
 don't move a single  second
 until the shade  behind your thoughts is not confused
 because I felt your  inch
 I know the scent  as well as any
 clot in your guard
 and all paints or pollen
 brick in your mortar
 petals to soaking
 on the cracks
 thicker or finer
 milk in your water
 black in your primer
 wood in your brush
 now I am your cloth
 whatever you want
 the best is upon us
its  a finicky muse
 with only potential
to  choose
to  choose
-  until the end
 -Matt L.

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Readable chord sheet for Paint Or Pollen by Blind Pilot

[G] [Bm] [Dm] [C] [G] [D] [G] X 2

[G]don't move an in[Bm]ch
[Dm]listen for a sin[C]ging
hitting in your b[G]ones like they were for[D]ts           [G]
[G]if you hear what I he[Bm]ar
[Dm]don't just sit th[C]ere
we are only strumming wa[G]ter
on this most u[D]nlikely cou[G]rt

(Same chords continue)

you got blown shore to shore
not quite sailing
riding on the trade winds of age
things blow in
don't just cast them
say it now, what you want to stay

I was once on a long boat
star mapping the night roots
lightening the load
just in case
but things float in to be taken
if you don't know by now what will stay

[G]so don't move an inch
don't move a si[Bm]ngle second
until the sh[C]ade behind your thoughts is not confuse[D]d
because I felt yo[G]ur inch
I know the sce[Bm]nt as well as any
clot in your gua[C]rd
and all paints or pollen
brick in your mo[D]rtar
petals to soaking
on the cr[C]acks
thicker or finer
milk in your w[D]ater
black in your primer
wood in your bru[C]sh
now I am your cloth
whatever you wa[D]nt
the best is upon us
[C]its a finicky muse
with only potent[D]ial
[G]to[Bm] choose
[G]to[Bm] choose

[G]-[Bm] until the end

-Matt L.

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