Michael Pitt
Death To Birth
Last Days (2005)

Capo 1re fret (en A♯m)

Am  E  Fmaj7/11+  G  x 2  arpégé

(paroles approx.)

     Am      E
From ripe to rotten
    F       G
Too real to live
Should I lie down or stand up?
And walk around again ?

My eyes finally wide open up
My eyes finally wide open shut

To find the found of sound
That hears the touch of my tears
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others

And we smother each other with the nectar
And pucker the sour sugar sweet weather, now
It blows to our trees, swims to our seas
Flies to the last gasp that we left

On this Earth
Oh oh oh, oh oh

  It's a long lonely journey from death to birth  x 4

Am  E  Fmaj7/11+  G  x 2

Should I die again? Should I die around?
The pounds of matter wailing from space
I know I'll never know
Until I come face to face

With my own
Cold dead face
With my o-o-own
Wooden case...

Am  E  Fmaj7/11+  G  x 4  w/ l'énergie du désespoir

arrache la corde pètée

  It's a long lonely journey from death to birth  x 4

Am


(version Pagoda: en Am, + clean, w/ violon)