Will Wood – Falling Up (Guitar)

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[Intro]
        G
Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe's near

                                                                   C
Fast, it's here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you'll never land

                    D     Dsus4
Second star to the right…
[Verse]
G                                       Em
I'm gripping the grass and pulling up daisies

G                                          Em
Thank matter for mass and the comfort of gravity

G                                             Em
Airplane eclipses over spirals of math - would or could the impact kill me?

C            D
Yes, yes, yes. No, no, no, no, no.

G                                             Em
It's just high-noon moon saying "shoot for the stars"

G                                Em
"Be the next big constellation connecting the dots between your parts"
[Chorus]
C                       G
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze

            C                               G
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed

C              G            D   D7
Only plastic flowers never die
[Verse]
G                                           Em
With the bones of a crow and ambitions of candle wax

G                                 Em
What do you know of control? The wind is simply at your back

G                                                       Em
It really seems pollen's more clever than bees, so you cue the final words of Leary and cry:

C               D
Why, why, why? Why not? Why not? Why not?

G                                            Em
I'd rather be a hot-air Hindenburg than an elephant tied right down to its stake

G                                        Em
Cut ties, shed the dead weight, I ain't saying it's fate but there are no mistakes
[Chorus]
C                       G
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze

            C                               G
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed

C              G            D
Only plastic flowers never die

                C                G      C                          G
Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum. Clouds o' spilt milk, but am I the cup

C               D                C  G
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?

        C  G  C             D                C  G
Falling up, here comes the sun, am I falling up?
[Bridge]
 Em
Disney-Pixar Ludovico, Shirley Temple maraschino

 G
Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe, Broadway producer improv troupes

 Em
Ray-Bans in your living room, eyeline hurts to be in view like

 G
Stage fright only when it's karaoke night with friends leave early

 Em                                                          G
Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?

        Em                                  G
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?

G                   Em
The larger they are, the harder they tend to fall

G                                       C                 D
Much larger than life 'cause from such height life looks awful small

     C                  G     C                       G
And dandelions grow in dirt, magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit

C               G                  D
I grew up in suburbia. Love us or hate us, pick us, you're killing us
[Chorus]
C                       G
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze

            E                               Am
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed

C              G            D
Only plastic flowers never die

                C                G      C                           G
Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum. Clouds o' spilt milk, but am I the cup

C               D               C  G
Here comes the sun am I falling up

        C  G  C             D                C  G
Falling up, here comes the sun, am I falling up?

        C  G  C             D                C  G
Falling up, here comes the sun, am I falling up?
[Outro]
 Em                                                          G
Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?

        Em                                  G
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?

G
Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe's near

                                                                   C
Fast, it's here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you'll never land

                    D                                G
Second star to the right, and straight on 'till you die.