In the Middle of a Harvest
by weezerandrosierocks on May 08, 2006Equilateral Equilibrium Endopsychratio Elaboratory Endosystem Evernescence End.
Room Corner.
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awoken in the nite the wrong number blew its head
footsies dancin on a pile of thread
in a spinning chair with four legs
\"you\'ve got the rite tone of voice\"
becarefulyoulingerinafacefulloftears
the wreckingball is coming with a never ending scheme
C C C C
A A E E E E
when i was little he pulled a big one on my four by four
the harvesting is laying ontopofmychest
industries messing with your flavor
ear to ear he\'s got a set of plates
C C E E E E
face is worn hang it on your post
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you\'re out of luck you son of a bitch
you\'ve let the oxygen through
you\'ve taken every bit of luck and thrown it down a tube
you\'ve got nothing left to lose unless you fantasize awake
you\'ve found out what happened when you\'re floored into pieces
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your seeping inside skin without a bucket and a reason
if the ghosts won\'t go away then how will the clouds
they told me keep the door shut G#~~~~~
happy picking:
C# F# C# Ebm Ebm
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C# F# Em~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
plop me on a conveyor belt to a cave on the wondrous mountain
with a tv and my heart on a shelf with no books
the bats are my curtains and how mean they are
but wing\'ed coping is my friend
if it\'s the only way Em~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
just Em strumming:
lookin out my stone window
and all i see is stone
i want to meet with her
so i can be alone F~~~~~~~~~ happy F! with a cool singy thing with the \"alone hold out\"
F F
Bb Bb
these rats aren\'t as smart as they look
and the taster ain\'t all they took
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Jill is back from the dead
B B Bb Bb Bb
plowing off her own head
trevor\'s just going like
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jake:
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\"but when we came into this land,
we knew nothing was free...
we knew we were up against
the controlling of yours truly\"
all as a chorus scream this:
bum bam bhum bham buuuuuuuum
E E C G
E E G C
D D C Am
fin\'ally made it halfway
to the cactus farm
when your skidding, you\'re done, with your eyes in the sun
the moon has gotten hold of your arms
E E C G
E E G C
D D C Am
E E E E
because you\'re laying down, with your back to the ground
but your face; it eats the crummy loam
the legged-clover-tops: inhaling human parts
will never be able to drive back home
break with someone goin\'
or trevor and jake playing this simultaneously
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mr. bolus will try to claw his way out
but don\'t blame him when your intestines\'ve been lacerated
he just can\'t find Baron the Blue
dreary fungus growing on some more dreary fungus+
(sounds of objects crashing and being squished and slashed and smashed and banged and gonged and bunged and slammed and incarcerated and
blooped and soiled and destroyed and hated and criticized and rubbed and skad and kicked and shoved and pushed and loved and smiled and jumped
and gangbanged and sucked and licked and twisted and smacked and upside and the and head and shattered and brokend and kissed and caressed and
hugged and kneed and fucked and flogged and spindled)
which would lead to a beautiful, harmonically and melodically sung:
i should\'ve stayed in
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