Writing Poems Cifras

Tempo: 168
 
Suggested chord fingerings: /    Suggested fingerings for
                            /      (electric) baritone:
                            /
   A  Amaj7  F#  E   E      /      A  Amaj7  F#  E   E
E|---|-----|---|---|--0--|  /  B |---|-----|---|---|--0--|
B|---|-----|---|---|--0--|  /  F#|---|-----|---|---|--2--|
G|---|-----|---|---|--1--|  /  D |---|-----|---|---|--2--|
D|-7-|--7--|-4-|-2-|--2--|  /  A |-7-|--7--|-4-|-7-|--2--|
A|-7-|--7--|-4-|-2-|--2--|  /  E |-5-|--4--|-2-|-7-|--0--|
E|-5-|--4--|-2-|-0-|--0--|  /  B |-5-|--4--|-2-|-5-|-----|
 
[Verse 1]
              A                      Amaj7                    F#
It's like the air from the wing of a bee that flew past right next to my eye
  F#        A                     E
A poem only barely says the thing halfway
 
E    (4 meas.)
 
[Verse 2]
A           Amaj7
  I wake up early
        F#
but the sunrise stays outside
  F#            A              E
Interior walls stretching in reflected light
 
E    (4 meas.)
 
[Verse 3]
         A            Amaj7
I write ideas down in pencil,
  F#
I barely press the page
          F#            A              E
For every bone in the museum a million more have blown away
 
>>> E    (4 meas.)
 
[Verse 4]
A Amaj7                   F#
        That's all I keep trying to say
         A            Amaj7      F#
That the sun, burning there will burn away
A Amaj7    F#
        In finite space
      F#        A                     E
But a poem only barely says the thing halfway
 
E    (2 meas.)
Let ring 2 meas.
 
[Outro verse]
TEMPO: ad lib.
 
        A       Amaj7
Making poems is dripping
    F#                    F#
Not straining toward some masterpiece
  F#     F#                   F#
A day is followed by another day
 
A           Amaj7         F#                F#
  There's a procession of new sounds always passing through
      A                   Amaj7            F#
Metal garbage truck shear, Hammers upstairs, Dove coo
 
        A            Amaj7        F#
And if masterpiece arises made of all this that the sky includes
  F#        A                     E
A poem only barely says the thing halfway
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