Parquet Courts — Captive Of The Sun

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Captive Of The Sun - Parquet Courts
     Human Performance - 2016
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    F#    A     D    Dbm    B
e|--2-----5-----5-----4-----2---|
B|--2-----5-----7-----5-----4---|
G|--3-----6-----7-----6-----4---|
D|--4-----7-----7-----6-----4---|
A|--4-----7-----5-----4-----2---|
E|--2-----5-----x-----x-----x---|
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[Intro]

F#
A        D
F#
A        D

[Verse 1]

   F#     
My misophonia brought the faders up, now
       A                    D
she's a military grade, in Dolby surround,
       F#
around 5.1. Cue the barking from the baritone
A                            D
conductor in the pit for the car honk duet. 
F#
Half-tone harmony from the sewer.
A                      D
Rebel youth choir belt phrases even newer. 
F#
Dump truck man drops the beat with trash cans, 
A                D
call 911! We got therapy demands. 
F#
Philharmonic got a first chair car crash.
A                   D
Pan the falsetto to smash the glass.
       F# 
It's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse.
  A                       D
A melody abandoned in the key of New York.

[Chorus]

      Dbm                         D     
Where nothing comes after. I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters.
  B                              Dbm               D              F#
I don't get out. I don't have fun. Living like a captive of the sun.

F#

[Verse 2]

  F#                  
I sightread the chart, clap the rocks into sand.
  A                 D
A 12-pass van on a pot-hold bandstand.
       F#
Got an oil-can hangover by default, 
    A                           D
and trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt.
 F#
Skull shaking cadence of the 'J' train rolls.
 A                 D
Rhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse.
F#
Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort
       A                       D
to the melody abandoned in the key of New York.

[Chorus]

      Dbm                         D     
Where nothing comes after. I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters.
  B                              Dbm               D              F#
I don't get out. I don't have fun. Living like a captive of the sun.

F# 		
    

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