The Hollows Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][F][Dm][Am]
[F][Dm][Am]

[Verse 1]
As I lay me [F]down
to [Dm]fall [Am]asleep
With my demons dy[F]ing and
my [Dm]pilot light [Am]weak
I curse the last six months I been [F]hiding
behind a [Dm]moustache, [Am]yeah
And to those last ten years I been [F]howling
a [Dm]paper moon: well fuck [Am]you

[Verse 2]
This goes out to all my [F]under done
[C]Other tongue [Dm]lung [F]long [Am]frontmen
(This is what the ghost
of someone's dad says)
And all us [F]earth growths, [C]some [Dm]planted
[F]And some pulled
[Am](Shut up and put your money
where your mouth is)

[Verse 3]
Shine a flashlight [F]in a [Dm]hat box and [Am]spin
An empty oyster [F]shell and
celeb[Dm]rate the hol[Am]lows

[Verse 4]
This goes out to dirty [F]dancing
cursing [C]back masking
[Dm]Back slidden pastor's [F]kids
(From behind [Am]bars it's not so
hard to see he's risen)
And all us [F]earth [C]growths, some [Dm]planted
[F]And some pulled
[Am](But nobody finds god and
then goes to prison)

[Verse 5]
In Ber[Dm]lin I saw [C]two men fuck
In a [Am]dark corner of a bas[Dm]ketball court
[Am]Just the slight jingle of [Dm]pock
et change [Am]pulsing[Dm]
In the tourist part I [C]lost fifty euros
To a [Am]guy with the walnut
[Dm]shells and the marble
It [Am]really pissed me off,
so oo[Dm]h I thought I'd go
[Am]Back to get my money but [Dm]all
my homies warned me
Oh [Am]no, those gypsies
probably got [Dm]knives
[Am]

[Verse 6]
This goes out to all my [F]under brewed
[C]Double duped [Dm]two times true
[Am]fools
(Stuck faking a phone call
or texting for company)
And all us [F]earth grows, [C]some [Dm]planted
[F]And some pulled
[Am](Like a married in uncle at a
family function)

[Verse 7]
I got them [Am]shaky gums and a
[F]couple of loose [Dm]tooths
Now tell [Am]me, what should I do my god
The clock's always stuck [F]telling,
[Dm]11: [Am]11, or 3: 32

[Verse 8]
This goes out to all my [F]under done
[C]Other tongued [Dm]lung long
[Am]frontmen
(Even just Joanna
Newsom's left hand)
And all us [F]earth growths, [C]some [Dm]planted
[F]And some pulled
[Am](I bet could beat the pants in
bass off your best man)
This goes out to all my [F]underdone
[C]Other tongued [Dm]lung long
frontmen
(This is what the [Am]ghost of
someone's dad says)
And all us [F]earth growths,
[C]Doing the cro[Dm]ak like it ain[F]'t no

[Interlude 1]
joke
[Am][Dm][Am][Dm][Am]
[Dm][Am]

[Verse 9]
[Dm]In a c[Am]rowded room project
a debonair [Dm]aloof [Am]impermanance
Be shrouded [Am]loosely in

[Outro 1]
an air of indeterminates
[Am][Dm][Am]