Tag: Penelope Scott

[Intro]

C Am Dm G
C Am Dm G

[Verse 1]
         C  
Cemetery pigeons, 
checking 
        Am
out the graves
         Dm  
Cemetery pigeons, 
leaving little 
footprints on 
    G
the dirt
Beside the paved
 walkway
    C    
Cemetery pigeons,
 are you 
     Am
from abroad?
            Dm 
Do you ever think 
about the pigeons 
            G
that you\'ve lost?
              Am
I don\'t wanna be 
here   
I don\'t wanna go 
F7
home
              G  
I don\'t wanna take
 up 
         Em
any more space
I don\'t wanna just 
Am        E7
b*tch and moan
         Am
Cemetery pigeons, 
house 
            C
pets of the dead
             G
Where do you go 
when the 
lake is frozen
And you\'ve got 
Am  
no stupid 
    G   
red hat for your 
            Am     A7
little grey head?

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[Instrumental Break]
C Am Dm G
E Am F C F C G


[Verse 2]
         C 
Cemetery pigeons,
 phantom 
Am
skunks, whoa
Dm
Howls and wails and 
necropolis snails
        G  
And the young 
postmodern
 punks exhale 
    Am
cigarette smoke
A cold blueberry 
F
cloud
         G   
During a weird 
brief stint, 
  B7          Bm7
I smoked that shit
       Am  
On the delivery 
route
        Em
 out of town
It felt so 
F7 
unimportant,
 but I 
Am     G       
really f**king 
C
tried
\"I could do 
so much 
E7
better if 
I knew how to do
 it\", 
I cried
          Am         
While the anarchists 
               G
danced and got high
They sang \"f**k 
    F7
the city\"
And I\'m always 
caught 
   C
in between
E      
One more smokey 
Em     
apartment 
and the 
Am               
liberal American 
G
Dream
Oh, cemetery 
F  
pigeons,
 my
         Cmaj7
 head is f**ked
         Em   
If I had wings 
like you, 
I\'d probably 
walk around with 
     Am      G
them tucked


[Instrument Break]
C Am Dm G
C Am Dm G
Em (E) Am F C F C G


[Verse 3]
         C        
Cemetery pigeons, 
  Em  A
I met God
            D
She was the red
 couch 
I tripped on
Right through the
 wall and 
A
out and into the
 lawn
With the 
       Am 
metaheuristics, 
the syntactic 
            F7
soul of the ants
No more need 
    G  
for cars 
and trucks and 
  B7
unfortunate f**ks
         Am  
Stuck going the 
same 
       Em
way in traffic

[Instrument Break]
C Am Dm G
C Am Dm G


[Bridge]
G     Em  
Party crashers 
crash 
    A
my party
    Bm  
I\'m ready for 
a little
        F#
 bit of mystery
Bm    A    Dm     
Spit saliva in 
  F#    
my coffee, 
Bm          A
we\'ll write history
        F#m     F#
Oh, the sweat inside
 my
 mask drips down 
  D     E      F#
into my liquor mouth
          Bm 
The dirty Covid 
Martini is a 
A       F#
popular drink
          D  
And we\'re never
 ever 
E7        A
gonna run out
D7              
Party crashers 
 Am
crash 
    F#
my party, 
 B7           
put me on the 
C#7
radio
D        E       
Ants and friends 
   C#7
and chain link 
fences
D       E7    
I\'m all ready 
   A
to go
        F#m   
Oh, the sweat 
  F#  
inside
 my mask drips
 down 
  D     E      
into my guilty 
F# 
mouth
        Bm  
The mad dog
 Martini is a
 A       F#
 popular drink
         D    
From the north 
all the 
E          
way to the 
A
south
Bm       
No matter 
what time 
       A
you\'re out


[Instrument Outro]
C Am D (Dm) G
E (E7) Am F C F C G
C Am Dm G
E (E7) Am F C F C G
C

These are the chords for Moonsickness by Penelope Scott on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, and Keyboard

[Verse 1]
N.C.               Gm
There\'s so much to do
                    D
I\'ll never have the wherewithal 
to do it all again
Gm                             D
   Or fucking do it all at all
           D#       
I love you so much, 
              F
I don\'t wanna go but
          A#                  F#     
Everybody knows this place is dying, 
      Gm
as am I
                        C
I might not get another chance
     F#             F         
It\'s such a careful dance and 
            A#
I am such a fuck up
                      F
If you only knew that I am 
such a fuck up

[Pre-Chorus]
        A#           A     
I\'ve got one hundred hours 
   G#            C
to rearrange the stars
                               F   
And I\'m the worst mistake that God 
          A#  A  G#  Gm
has ever made
        F#               F      C
You seem to integrate so fucking well
           D#            F     A#
But I make lemons out of lemonade

[Chorus]
D#                 F             
   Blood clots and death cramps, 
     A#      D       Gm
   injections and leakages
      C            F   
The election cyclе and 
          F#  Gm  A#
the tides
C     F              D     
Aztec circlеs of the death 
         Gm
of all deaths
        D#      F          A#
But the beast refuses to die

[Verse 2]
N.C.                  
In your guts you know 
            D#
it\'s all destroyed
                   F
You could\'ve had a boy 
if you had children
Now you think you might 
              Gm
just put them down
                 C 
None of us belong, 
     F#                 F
everything I do is wrong
                       A#
And soon there will be nobody 
left around
Gm                 
And in your blood, 
                  C   F
you know what\'s right
                  A#
And in your bones, 
                     A#  Gm
you know what\'s wrong
And in your throat, 
                C F#      F
you know you\'re lying to kids
             G#            A# G#
And you know nobody belongs    
        Gm
in this hell
                   D#     
And there is not a single 
               F
choice left to make
    A#           F#
I am God\'s worst mistake and
         Gm       F
You seem happy on the knife\'s edge
    C      F             A#
But I just lick the blade

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[Pre-Chorus]
        A#           A     
I\'ve got one hundred hours 
   G#            C
to rearrange the stars
                               F   
And I\'m the worst mistake that God 
          A#  A  G#  Gm
has ever made
        F#               F      C
You seem to integrate so fucking well
           D#            F     A#
But I make lemons out of lemonade

[Chorus]
D#                 F             
   Blood clots and death cramps, 
     A#      D       Gm
   injections and leakages
      C            F   
The election cyclе and 
          F#  Gm  A#
the tides
C     F              D     
Aztec circlеs of the death 
         Gm
of all deaths
        D#      F          A#
But the beast refuses to die

[Verse 3]
Gm                   D#      
Atomistic rational behavior, 
               F
invisible hand savior
                F   A#           
Fucking up your definitions even 
F                        Gm
though it\'s life or death
Who fuckin\' told you you were 
C      F#              F
selfish or even self-interested?
                 F A#           
Don\'t you think it matters when 
                        Gm
we wish our friends the best
                     D#       
And, fuck, I\'m not a Marxist, 
                  F
I\'m not a fuckin\' democrat
                        A#    
Because of all this bullshit, 
   F#               Gm
I\'m not anything at all
                   C        F#
All I wanted was a framework, 
                F
none of them can live here
                F  A#             
There\'s nothing to believe in and 
                       Gm
there won\'t be till we fall
                 D#        
And it\'s not all you, man, 
                   D
you were just a kid once
                Gm              
God, I\'m such a fuck up, if you 
               C
only knew that I am such a fuck up

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[Pre-Chorus]
        A#           A     
I\'ve got one hundred hours 
   G#            C
to rearrange the stars
                               F   
And I\'m the worst mistake that God 
          A#  A  G#  Gm
has ever made
        F#            
You seem to integrate 
   F      C
so fucking well
           D#            F     A#
But I make lemons out of lemonade

[Chorus]
D#                 F             
   Blood clots and death cramps, 
     A#      D       Gm
   injections and leakages
      C            F             
The election cyclе and the tides
F#  Gm  A#
C     F              D     
Aztec circlеs of the death 
         Gm
of all deaths
        D#      F          A#   F#
But the beast refuses to die
         N.C.
And so I guess, well, neither can I