Beck – Static (Ukulele)

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VERSE 1
A       A6 A    D            D6 D
It's so easy to laugh at yourself

A          A6 A           D            D6 D
And all those jokes have already been written

A       A6 A    D            D6 D
Seems like another vain attempt

A       A6 A    D            D6 D
To let yourself fall out of the oven 
CHORUS
E     E9   E
Holy mountains

      D9
They look so tired

    E       E9  E         D                A
And it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside 
VERSE 2
A       A6 A    D            D6 D
Who you foolin' if the fools are right

A       A6 A    D            D6 D
It's the same thing but it's almost as different

A       A6 A    D            D6 D
Hard to tell when it pacifies your mind

A       A6 A    D            D6 D
Leaves you stranded with a broken engine
CHORUS
E     E9  E
Lazy desert 

      D9
Looks so mangled

    E   E9  E           D       A
Let me drown in a convalescent bliss
BRIDGE E
G       Bm       D       A
Get up from your bed of rest

G       Bm        D            A
Been a long time since you've lived

F#                      G   
But the static in your mind

           A             F#
Leaves you hollow and unkind

        G             D              A
With a shock electric wave turns you on.
VERSE 3
A            A6 A    D            D6 D
You've been flunked out of the devils house

A    A6 A     D              D6 D
Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive

A        A6 A        D        D6 D
Some distortion that's never been known

A       A6 A    D                D6 D
On the treadmill you'll be runnin' forever 
CHORUS
E     E9   E
Holy mountains

      D9
They look so tired

    E       E9  E         D                A
And it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside 

A   E
Begone 

A   E
Begone
A G# G F# F A *Diamond Bullocks* INTRO Eb Db B A G F E VERSE 1
B
looking back at some dead world that looks so new

Ab
offices and fountains that they named for you

B
Dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom

Ab
Hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms
VERSE 2
B
girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart

Ab
choice 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
B
Looking back at some dead world that looks so new

Ab
Offices and fountains that they named for you

B
So ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face

Ab
Terrorist 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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