They Might Be Giants - A Self Called Nowhere - аккорды

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Artist: They Might Be Giants
Song: A Self Called Nowhere
Album: John Henry

Verse 1:
    Gm                     D
I'm sitting  on  the  curb    by   the
F                    E
empty  parking  lot      of   the
Cm                Dsus4       D         G     E
store  where they let  me  play  the organ
    Am                       Am w/ major 7
I'm waiting for  my   ride
     Cm                    Eb m           Bb
Bt I want to wait  inside        of  the  store
            E                  Bb
where they let  me play   the  Organ

Pre Chorus:
        Ebm                           F
But I'm thinking  of  a  wooden   chair
       Ebm                           F
In the room  at the top  of the  stair
         Eb m                      N.C.
And I'm looking down the stairwell

at   the  vanishing

Chorus:
F#                              E
dot    on  the map  of  the  spot
                     Eb
Let  me   take  you  there
           F#                     E
The dotted line  surrounding the mind
                  Eb
of a self-called nowhere
                    F#                  E
It's a thing named "it" in a bottomless pit
                  Eb
You can't see it there
             F#                  E
The sunken head that lies in the bed
                   Eb
of a self-called nowhere

Bridge: ( Chorus chords )

Verse 2:
Standing in my yard
where they tore down the garage
to make room for the torn down garage
I'm looking for my car
But I must've sold my car
when I needed to buy an electric organ

Pre Chorus:
But I'm thinking  of  a  wooden   chair
In the room  at the top  of the  stair
And I'm looking down the stairwell
at

Chorus:
the vanishing dot on the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line surrounding the mind
of a self-called nowhere
It's a thing named "it" in a bottomless pit
You can't see it there
The sunken head that lies in the bed
of a self-called nowhere

Bridge: ( Chorus chords )

Chorus W/ Phaser:
the vanishing dot on the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line surrounding the mind
of a self-called nowhere
It's a thing named "it" in a bottomless pit
You can't see it there
The sunken head that lies in the bed
of a self-called nowhere