Some Crap About The Future
Electric PresidentVersion1
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.
You get your grip and peer down over the edge.
You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.
Youre not apart of it. Youre broken now, like us.
I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders.
And cross side-walks with an earful of white noise.
You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you realize just how minimal you are.
I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city.
And I silently wish I was on one.
You sit down slow and watch yourself in the glass.
You reach inside and tear out all your cables.
Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers.
You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts.
I have no answers; Im rambling.
I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong.
You lie down on the roof and watch the sun rise.
Its burning fingers rummage through your insides.
And for a moment you feel like youre alive.
And then its gone, so you get up.
Up, up, baby. Theres blood on the sidewalks of this town.
Theyve got us on the ropes. But we dont have to take it lying down anymore.
Our hands arent tied now.
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this town.
Theyve got em buried deep.
Under layers of concrete are the bones of our past.
(Oh no, no)
Well leave on the evening train.
It wont be long, but it feels that way.
But home never meant very much to us any__way.
So we convince ourselves that were better off gone.
And maybe were right.
And we collapse on a road.
On an old dirt road, where the sun doesnt look like such a waste.
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of them nearby tress.
And we never wake again.
Never again, no never again.
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Readable chord sheet for Some Crap About The Future by Electric President
[C#m]You spread your rusty fingers across the [B]ledge. You get your grip and peer down over the [E]edge. You watch the city move and breathe and migrate. Youre not apart of it. Youre broken now, like [C#m]us. I turn and brush the [B]birds from off my s[E]houlders. And cross [Abm]side-walks with an earful of white noise. [C#m]You sit up on your perch for the rest of the [B]night. You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crum[E]bles. You count the stars reflecting in the windows. And then you realize just how minimal you are. [C#m]I stop and watch the [B]airplanes leave the [E]city. And I [Abm]silently wish I was on one. [C#m]You sit down slow and watch yourself in the [B]glass. You reach inside and tear out all your ca[E]bles. Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers. You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts. [C#m]I have no answers; Im [B]rambling. I was [E]never one to [Abm]solve whatever has gone wrong. [C#m]You lie down on the roof and watch the sun [B]rise. Its burning fingers rummage through your in[E]sides. And for a moment you feel like youre alive. And then its gone, so you get up. [E]Up, up, baby. Theres blood on the sidewalks of this [B]town. Theyve got us on the [C#m]ropes. But we dont have to [B]take it lying down [A]anymore. Our hands arent tied now. [E]Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this [B]town. Theyve got em buried [C#m]deep. Under layers of [B]concrete are the bones of our [A]past. (Oh no, no) [C#m]Well [B]leave on the [E]evening [A]train. [C#m]It wont be [B]long, but it [E]feels that [A]way. [C#m]But home never [B]meant very much to us [E]any__[A]way. [C#m]So we convince our[B]selves that were better off [A]gone. And maybe were [E]right. And [E]we col[B]lapse on a [C#m]road. On an [B]old dirt road, where the [A]sun doesnt [B]look like such a [E]waste. And [E]we fall [B]asleep, under [C#m]leaves of a [B]couple of them nearby [A]tress. And we [B]never wake [E]again. Never again, no never again.