Classic Tapes

Oh w[D]e crashed in the a[Bm]sh
And then the cash of [Em]the titans blew out to[G] sea
But [D]you, you broke out[Bm] the map
Lead us out of the cou[Em]ntry
Through the haunted hall[G]way

I st[D]rayed during the ticker tape p[Bm]arade
You were gathering blank t[Em]ape
For the never ceasing [G]project of the documentaria[D]n

[D] [Bm] [Em] [G]

My d[D]ear, I could drift into backy[Bm]ards
During nights of no moon[Em]light
And never re[G]appear
You know that some[D]thing
Would grab a hold of me sl[Bm]owly
Make love to me o[Em]nly
And pull me deep un[G]derground

For[D]ever is incomprehe[Bm]nsible
But still attain[Em]able
With a little luck, a l[G]awyer, and a fine tuned rad[D]io

[D] [Bm] [Em] [G]

Th[A]e stop light changes but nothing else d[Bm]oes
It[G] kept me waiting just bec[Em]ause
So[A] delete all your dead friends from you [Bm]cell phone
It[G] keeps you inside that certain z[Em]one: home
Om[Em] Gam Ganapataye Namaha[A]

[D]I feel it / I feel it / I feel it / I feel it
[Bm]A devil / a devil / a devil / a devil
[Em]Or an angel / an angel / an angel / an angel
[G]Nearer and nearer and nearer and nearer

(Repeat ending)