Beck – Static chords

VERSE 1

A       A6 A    D            D6 DIt's so easy to laugh at yourself
A          A6 A           D            D6 DAnd all those jokes have already been written
A       A6 A    D            D6 DSeems like another vain attempt
A       A6 A    D            D6 DTo let yourself fall out of the oven 

CHORUS

E     E9   EHoly mountains
      D9They look so tired
    E       E9  E         D                AAnd it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside 

VERSE 2
A       A6 A    D            D6 DWho you foolin' if the fools are right
A       A6 A    D            D6 DIt's the same thing but it's almost as different
A       A6 A    D            D6 DHard to tell when it pacifies your mind
A       A6 A    D            D6 DLeaves you stranded with a broken engine

CHORUS
E     E9  ELazy desert 
      D9Looks so mangled
    E   E9  E           D       ALet me drown in a convalescent bliss

BRIDGE

E

G       Bm       D       AGet up from your bed of rest
G       Bm        D            ABeen a long time since you've lived
F#                      G   But the static in your mind
           A             F#Leaves you hollow and unkind
        G             D              AWith a shock electric wave turns you on.

VERSE 3

A            A6 A    D            D6 DYou've been flunked out of the devils house
A    A6 A     D              D6 DDelinquent hygienes are so abrasive
A        A6 A        D        D6 DSome distortion that's never been known
A       A6 A    D                D6 DOn the treadmill you'll be runnin' forever 

CHORUS

E     E9   EHoly mountains
      D9They look so tired
    E       E9  E         D                AAnd it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside 

A   EBegone 
A   EBegone

A G# G F# F A

*Diamond Bullocks*

INTRO

Eb Db B A G F E

VERSE 1

Blooking back at some dead world that looks so new
Aboffices and fountains that they named for you
BDazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom
AbHari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms

VERSE 2

Bgirl you dream infections from a nauseous heart
Abchoice cut meats from derelict boulevards 

BRIDGE I

B A G E
B A E G D F

C B

N.C.

Hear that lonesome whistle blow 
No direction to be known
In a senile revery 

BRIDGE II

A tearful gaze turns away
Eroding cold and grey 
Scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness 

VERSE 3

BLooking back at some dead world that looks so new
AbOffices and fountains that they named for you
BSo ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
AbTerrorist confections look so out of place 

OUTRO

E  

G       F        C         F#m        B        E             looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G       F        C         F#m        B        E             looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G       F        C         F#m        B        E             looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G       F        C         F#m        B        E             looking back at some dead world that looks so new
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