Artist: Electric President Song: Good Morning Hypocrite Album: Electric President Tabbed by: Wiktor R. Kolowiecki E-mail: [email protected] Intro/Verse: F C G Verse1: Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart. Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part. So we sing ... Verse2: I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me. I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free, And I can sing ... Bridge: C E F C G F G# Bb C C Em F Climbed from my bed, to collect the thoughts that'd C fallen from my head, G F G# And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the Bb basement, and beyond. And you didn't blink. C G F G On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank C into the ground. And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind. So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name. C G F G Am Now I can play the victim. It's fine. I've seen it on TV. G Em But if there's one thing I know, it's that I never really F know enough. Verse3: Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines. These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat. Outro: F C G Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes. I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes. Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow. Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones. The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window. The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow. I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes. Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts Enjoy, I love this song :) 23.12.2007 Garwolin, Poland
