Aimee Mann – Avalanche (Guitar)

G#m                    E
Well I stepped into an avalanche

G#m           F#    G#m
It covered up my soul;

                   E
When I am not this hunchback that you see

G#m     F#                 G#m
I sleep beneath the golden hill

B               F#
You who wish to conquer pain

       G#m                       E    D#
You must learn, learn to serve me well

G#m                     E
You strike my side by accident

G#m       F#            G#m
As you go down for your gold

                          E
The cripple here that you clothe and feed

G#m        F#          G#m
Is neither starved nor cold;

B                        F#
He does not ask for your company

           G#m                       E     D#
Not at the centre, the centre of the world

G#m            E
When I am on a pedestal

G#m         F#       G#m
You did not raise me there

                E
Your laws do not compel me

G#m      F#            G#m
To kneel grotesque and bare

B               F#
I myself am the pedestal

        G#m                     E     D#
For this ugly hump at which you stare

G#m             E
You who wish to conquer pain

G#m      F#                  G#m
You must learn what makes me kind;

G#m                         E
The crumbs of love that you offer me

G#m                     F#   G#m
They're the crumbs I've left behind

B                          F#
Your pain is no credential here

              G#m                  E    D#
It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound

G#m             E
I have begun to long for you

G#m   F#      G#m
I who have no greed

                E
I have begun to ask for you

G#m   F#      G#m
I who have no need

B                     F#
You say you've gone away from me

          G#m               E     D#
But I can feel you when you breathe

G#m                   E
Do not dress in those rags for me

G#m        F#      G#m
I know you are not poor

G#m                        E
You don't love me quite so fiercely now

G#m                    F#      G#m
When you know that you are not sure

B
It is your turn, beloved

      G#m               E     D#
It is your flesh that I wear