Parquet Courts - Captive of the Sun

      
 
 Intro 
 
 
 F# - A - D x2
 
 Verse 1 
 
 
    F#                                   
 My misophonia 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 
 
 
       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.
 
 Bridge/Short Break 
 
 
 F# 
  
 
 Verse 2 
 
 
   F#                                        
 I sightread the chart, clap 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 shaking cadence of the 'J' train rolls.
  A                 D                     
 Rhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse.
 
 Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort
        A                       D              
 to the melody abandoned in the key of New York
 
 Chorus 
 
 
       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.
 
 Ending 
 
 
 F#