Misc Originals – Aileenmdonahue - Bishop Arts After Dark (Ukulele)

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We park by the pie shop, music dancing on the wall,

                         F                        C
the night thrums low and lazy, August heavy on it all.

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You steal my slice at Eno’s, grin like you own the block,

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we tune out the cicadas and their nightly buzz and squawk.

        Dm                            F
And the city hums like it’s keeping a secret,

      Dm                        F
every window gold, every promise soft.

       C
Bishop Arts after dark,

            E7
rain in the air and your keys in my heart.

             Am
The pavement hums, the streetlights gleam,

                   F
we dance where the crosswalk flickers green.

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Bishop Arts after dark,

                 Am                 F
love tastes like lime and smoke and spark.

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Past Davis and Bishop the Cactex fades to blue,

                  F                              C
Selena’s smile on Jefferson watching over me and you.

                       F                              C
You say this street is changing fast, I say so are we too,

                F                           C
but under these lights it still looks brand new.

        Dm                                   Fmaj7
And the night leans close, asks what we’re becoming,

        Dm7                      N.C.
I just breathe you in and say, “Enough.”

       Cmaj7
Bishop Arts after dark,

            Em7
rain in the air and your keys in my heart.

             Am7
The pavement hums, the streetlights gleam,

                   Fmaj7
we dance where the crosswalk flickers green.

       Cmaj7      Em7
Bishop Arts after dark,

                 Am7                Fmaj7
love tastes like lime and smoke and spark.

Cmaj7                      Em7
   The streetcar sighs down Zang at nine,

Am7                     Fmaj7
   a stray cat cuts the dark.

Cmaj7                     Em7
   We talk about tomorrow like

                        Fmaj7
it’s a house we might afford.

       Cmaj7
Bishop Arts after dark,

               Em7
our laughter’s small but it leaves a mark.

          Am7
You hum a tune, the street hums back,

                         Fmaj7
I don’t know where we’re going-

                     Cmaj7
but I don’t need the map.