Indigo Girls – Pendulum Swinger (Guitar)

G  D/F#        C    G
I meet you for coffee

C      G          Am     D
We get together periodically

G       D/F#       C           G
I got a bad case I can't shake off of me

C             G               Am
The fevered walking round wondering how it

D
ought to be

Em                C
You work in the system

Em      D/F#       C            D
You see possibilities and your glistening

Em                               C
Eyes show the hell you're gonna give 'em

           C           G
When they back off the mic for once and

Am          D
give it to a woman

G  D/F#       C      G
I dream like a mad one

C       G           Am            D
Brutal fantasies I catch as catch can

G      D/F#         C      G
I'm a psychic and a laywoman

C      G          Am             D
I see love and I like to make it happen

Em                    C
What we get from your war walk

Em            C                G
Ticker of the nation breaking down like a

D/F#
bad clock

Em                    C
I want the pendulum to swing again

        C               G
So that all your mighty mandate was just

Am              D
spitting in the wind

C                      F
It doesn't come by the bullwhip

C                            F
It's not persuaded with your hands on your

D
hips

D                    G
Not the company of gunslingers

        D
The epicenter love is the pendulum swinger

G F# C G  C G C  D
She is she is she is

G     D/F#          C          D
It's fine about the old scroll Sanskrit

C        G             Am           D
Gnostic gospels the da vinci code a smash hit

G         D/F#           C           D
Aren't we dying just to read it and relate

C   G            Am      D
Too hard just to go by a blind faith

G        D/F#         C     D
But they left out the sisters

C            G              Am
Praying to a father god so long I really

D
missed her

Em                C
The goddess of benevolence

            Em            D/F#        C
You should listen to your mama if you have

           D
a lick of sense left

Em     D/F#         C    G      Em
Pushed under by the main press, buried

D/F#     C      G
under a code of dress

Em                D/F#
Relegated by the Vatican

        C            G
But you can't keep a spirit down that

Am           D
wants to get up again

G          D/F#        C    G
If we're a drop in the bucket

     C           G          Am
With just enough science to keep from

       D
saying fuck it

G         D/F#         C             G
Until the last drop of sun burns its sweet light

C           G            Am
Plenty revolutions left until we get this

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thing right