Parquet Courts – Captive Of The Sun (Guitar)
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Human Performance - 2016
also included verse from Captive Of The Sun ft. Bun B off the Captive Of The Sun 12"
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
F# My miss phonia brought the faders up, now A D she's a military grade in Dolby surround F# around 5.1, Cue the barking from the baritone A D conductor in the pit for the car honk duet F# Half-tone harmony from the sewer A D Rebel youth choir belt phrases even newer F# Dump truck man drops the beat with trash cans, A D call 911! We got therapy demands. F# Philharmonic got a first chair car crash A D Pan the falsetto to smash the glass F# It's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse A D A melody abandoned in the key of New York
[Chorus 1]
Dbm D Where nothing comes after, I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters B Dbm D F# I don't get out, I don't have fun, Livin' like a captive of the sun
[Verse 2]
F# So I gotta put my shades on F# Riding through the city as I gets my escalade on F# Flipping down the streets that my reputation was made on F# King of the city, the mayor finna put a parade on F# Drop the confetti from off the rooftop A D Well I come down candy and let my roof drop F# I got a baddie shotgun in a tube top A D With some Daisy Dukes on and some tube socks, listening to Tupac F# You ain't know I do rock records, I do it all A D I got my hands in some cookie jars, you ain't knew at all F# I took a chance and threw caution up in the wind A D Cuz I got nothing to lose but got something to win
[Chorus 2]
Dbm We throw it up against the wall and see if it sticks D It's gon' end up being a bomb or being the shit B They said the fix was in, guess we'll know when it's done Dbm D F# Until then we'll just be captives of the sun
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[Verse 3]
F# I sightread the chart, clap the rocks into sand A D A 12-pass van on a pot-hold bandstand F# got an oil-can hangover by default A D and trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt. F# Skull shakin' cadence of the J train rolls A D Rhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse F# Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort A D to the melody abandoned in the key of New York
[Chorus 1]
Dbm D Where nothing comes after. I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters. B Dbm D F# I don't get out. I don't have fun. Living like a captive of the sun.
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