Elliott Smith

Elliott Smith

Punch And Judy
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Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 a wallpaper pulls his punch, talks to judy in a crowded corner Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 he don't read page to page or say the words in order Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 judy's illustrating and she's a stranger to the straight face Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 always seems so far away, staring out into space hihat break Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 "i'm sorry, tried to stay away" says punch, "later account, though" Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 you dress like an opposite but really it's more than echo Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 judy leans over, like a strike of a clock says, "i don't buy that, boy." Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 there's two inside of you and they're both gonna be destroyed. F#m C# in the alley, mixing blood cheek to cheek Bbm G# F#m G#m B you're up against the words you never could dare to speak F#m C# it's your conflict shored up tight Bbm G# F#m C# your heavy steps that follow her steps so light Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 so judy holds punch, cufflinks inside her clenched fist Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 she had a dream of bandages on punch's wrist Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 so she sees punch with a thorn in his hand and says, "stop right there Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 what the fuck are you doing don't you know i care?" hihat break Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 but she hears the bark of a cop and drops to the dirty street Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 "i wonder," punch says, "do you know what at all, what's protecting me?" Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 judy used to hold me like a pencil writing out some change Dsus2 Dsus2 Dsus2 C F riff 1 her cheap philosopher was spare change for brains F#m C# in the alley, mixing blood cheek to cheek Bbm G# F#m G#m B you're up against the words you never could dare to speak F#m C# it's your conflict shored up tight Bbm G# F#m C# your heavy steps that follow her steps so light

Enviado por: Gustavo Silva

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