of Montreal - Fugitive Air

      

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 Created by: dcolspector
 
 F* - xx3565
 F/E - xx2565
 F/D - xx0565
 F/C# - x4x565
 Cdim7 - xx1212
 Eaug - xx6554
 
 B A C A F G F C D E 
          
 E                             G                
 I do wrong, strictly speaking, just for myself.
           E                              
 Because it makes me feel like a real man,
           G                       
 To hold hegemony over my business.
       Dm           C               Cmaj7      Fmaj7         
 And I, I refuse to be abused by the milieu of wistful decay.
 D E F* F/E F/D F/C# C/G E
 Besides I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me like they've done today.
 
     B                                       A     
 The lady from the block hunched over on the stoop,
          C                  A   
 With her withered old titty out,
                    F         G    F     
 Saying, "I've been rolled so many times,
           C                     
 It's just  feeding the pigeons".
 B                                               A   
  Now her grandson swings a living rabbit by the leg,
           C                           A      
 While his mother's playing two wooden flutes.
           F         G        F        C        D              E          
 I went to repo some fugitive air to escape the street's vagary aesthetic.
 
 Has anybody here seen my old friend Blob?
 Oh, has anybody seen where he's gone?
 What he thinks I owe him is his former life,
 But how can I unmake someone else's mistakes?
 I guess I was his anti-hero,
 The bitter word on his lips.
 I hope I never feel a terror like when you discovered your autonomy had flipped.
 
 C/G                   Cdim7    F           
 I feel like I possess only the bad aspects,
 Cdim7    G      F                C/G       E7 
 Of invisibility, but none of the good ones.
 C/G                      Cdim7       F             
 Are we walking mausoleums of scented rotting flesh?
 Cdim7         G              
 Mother always liked you best,
 F                C/G              
 Liked your teeth upon her breasts.
 C/G                            Cdim7   F           
 They removed the oils from the eyes of street cats,
          Cdim7      G          
 Through some sh*tty witchcraft,
 F                     C/G           E7   
 And apply it to their brows and genitalia
 C/G               Cdim7    F           
 I had no idea how deeply I wounded you,
       Cdim7         G           
 But I don't need no forgiveness,
 F                  C/G               E7 
 And no level of contrition will ever do.
 La la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la.
 La la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la.
 C/G Eaug Am Eaug F Fmaj7 Cmaj7
 Ooh-aah, ooh-aah, ooh-aah, ooh-aah, ooh-aah, ooh