John Frusciante – Sleep (Guitar)

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Chords

Gm7/D       G#m7/D  
e |x|       e |x|
B |3| B |4| G |3| G |4| D |3| D |4| A |5| A |6| E |x| E |x| [Verse 1]
Fm     C7
Deep asleep

C#        C
Need some waking up

Fm         Bbdim   C#      C
Time can't seeeeee what he does to us

A#m            G#
Shadows fall asleep

A#m        Fm
Thank you, thank you

C#            G#
Mind and body breathe

A#m
Thanks
[Chorus]
        C#     G#    A#m
Bastard son is in my eyes

        C#     G#           D#         Gm7/D
It takes wholes of lives to see things right

        C#  G#     A#m
I'm the opening of tides

         C                D#        Gm7/D     C#      
There is open and there's open from the other side
[Verse 2]
Fm   C7     C#      C  
Intertwined one in another goes

Fm  Bbdim  C#       C
Reassigned souls in flattened time

A#m           G#
Sad as we are blind

  A#m         Fm
I love you, I love you

C#      G#
As ifs actual

    A#m         C
The pains flows through
[Chorus]
         C#      G#        A#m
Swelling space inside a window

            C#                    G#        D#         Gm7/D        
Something's there when "God" and "oh" share height or rate

       C#    G#   A#m
In the old Encino term

          C        D#             Gm7/D           C# 
There is one who separates, in between and low as dirt
[Verse 3]
F#m    C#7
Living scene

D              C#
It's what goes up and down

F#m     Bdim   D            C#
Along a street inner vision only sees

Bm           A
Ahh place me there

    Bm            F#m
I'm with you, I'm with you

     D           A
Life takes me anywhere

    Bm       C#
The blues we share
[Chorus]
      D      A            Bm
And duration builds its climb

         D       A     E      G#m7/D
You can count on me to darken light

       D         A       Bm
In the fields of flowers burned

 C#        E             G#m7/D                     D
There is one down below, straight beneath who never learns
[Outro]
     Fm                C#7           C
In a need you peel the self from the bones 

  A#m
I say

    Fm                  C#7       C
Irritate til you're not needed anymore

   A#m
It's war

Fm                   C#7               C    A#m
Living things have a meaning all their own

Fm                     C#7           C     A#m
Breathing sings to the soul like Marian Anderson