Father John Misty – Mahashmashana (Guitar Live)

G               D
His body is the Gelson's

  C/G                 G
Her soul, the fallen star

G                         D
At midnight twice a week,  she comes, she leaves

D           C/G               G
And no one's  hassled her so far

G                 D               C/G                G
The courters have arrived in nail polish, in tailored slacks

G              D
Reformed past, all recognition

C/G                          G
Resplendent in donor class panache

           Am           D7
It's a scheme to enrich assholes

         G                 C/G
What the godhead had in mind

        Am                D7
When he hid here such revelations

D7                     D7
As only singers could describe

        C/G           D7
Mahashmashana, all is silent

            G             C/G
And in thе next universal dawn

             Am                   D7
Won't have to do thе corpse dance, do the corpse dance

D7                             G
Do the corpse dance with these arms

G                           D
The one about the country's boyfriend

        C/G                   G
That he never ever would live down

G                            D
Must not have made it to the angels

D             C/G                G
Who passed the holy Roman noses 'round

G                             D
His pale bullets found your bloodline

     C/G              G
In a midnight blue cayenne

G                           D
She is patient, the act of creation

         C/G                  G
May one day produce a happy man

 Am               D7     G             C/G
Shaken like a pawl fly obscene as a lick

           Am                   D7                  D7              D7
Love's the birthright of young people and she ain't leaving without his

        C/G           D7
Mahashmashana, all is silent now

            G             C/G
And in thе next universal dawn

             Am                   D7
Won't have to do thе corpse dance, do the corpse dance

D7                             G
Do the corpse dance with these arms

G                 D
He spoke into a hot mic

C/G             G
He sang like a bird

G                      D
He hadn't had a single drink yet

D          C/G                G
There's no mistaking what you heard

G                       D
A perfect lie can live forever

     C/G                G
The truth don't fare as well

            G                D
It isn't perched on lips mid-laughter

            C/G                G
It ain't the kind of thing you tell

                 Am           D7                      G              C/G
Like there's no baby in the king cake like there's no figure on the cross

           Am                D7         D7                D7
They have gone the way of all flesh and what was found is lost

        C/G         D7
Yes, it is. Yes, it is

        G           C/G
Yes, it is. Yes, it is

        Am          D7
Yes, it is. Yes, it is

        G           C/G
Yes, it is. Yes, it is