Fatalist Palmistry
W.H.Y.Version1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
i sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
and coffin rehersal
i know a psychic who reads her own palms
and her findings are personal
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
well maybe she knows something i don't know
but i am still alive in love and
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
your cat clawed out my eyes while i's
distracted by your smile
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
and you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
a little patience
but your painted pony is fading
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
i'm lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath
like a ring on a pillow of clouds
by you my tongue may stutter
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
to burst between the wrapped lengths
of its bowed ribbon cell
but i am still alive in love and
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
there's a moth flock in my gut growing
a tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
but your painted pony is fading
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see
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Readable chord sheet for Fatalist Palmistry by W.H.Y.
[Bm]i sleep on my back cause it's [Asus2]good for the spine a[G]nd coffin rehersal [Bm]i know a psychic who r[Asus2]eads her own palms a[G]nd her findings are personal [Bm]she keeps her fists shut tight and [Asus2]she sleeps on her side, w[G]ell maybe she knows something i don't know [D]but i am still a[G]live in love and [Bm]wide eyed in my [G]time [Bm]not a mummy s[Asus2]hrinking in its c[G]loths [D]your cat clawed out my[G] eyes while i's [Asus2]distracted by your s[G]mile [Bm]and now my sockets sit like empty [Asus2]catcher's mitts w[G]aiting [Bm]and you ask me if there's anybody [Asus2]else that i'm d[G]ating [D]Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah [G]Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah [Bm]Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah [Asus2]a little patience but your painted pony is f[D]ading lost like a sn[G]akeskin in high grass and out there thrashing like a p[Bm]et bird caught in a j[Asus2]et stream, t[G]hat's me you count them blessings cause y[Bm]our net worth oughta be l[Asus2]ess cream in your [G]best dreams but god put a s[Bm]ong on my palm that y[Asus2]ou can't r[G]ead [no actual chords in the song, but they are...] [Bm]i'm lucky to be under [G]this same sky that held [Bm]the exhale from your first breath [G]like a ring on a pillow of clouds [Bm]by you my tongue may stutter [G]but my gift heart screams clear and swells [Bm]to burst between the wrapped lengths [G]of its bowed ribbon cell [Chords are essentially the same from here on..] but i am still alive in love and wide eyed in my time not a mummy shinking in its cloths there's a moth flock in my gut growing a tug at my groin like tides trying to pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them and when we say your name our tongues catch flame and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say but your painted pony is fading lost like a snakeskin in high grass and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me you count them blessings cause your net worth oughta be less cream in your best dreams but god put a song on my palm that you can't read i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see