Poets

Tabbed by Steve Proulx ([email protected])


Chords:
C5 - X355XX
Bb5 - X133XX
Eb5 - X688XX
F5 - X8TTXX T=10
G5 - 355XXX


Riff A:
|-------------8----------------------|
|-----------8---11-8-----------------|
|--------10--------8-----------------|
|------8-----------------10--10---8--|
|---10-------------------10--10--10--|
|-8-----------------------8---8---8--|


Riff B:
|-------------8----------------------|
|-----------8---11-8-----------------|
|--------10--------8-----------------|
|------8-----------------10--10---8--|
|---10-------------------10--10--10--|
|-8-----------------------8---8---8--|

|-------------8----------------------|
|-----------8---11-8-----------------|
|--------10--------8-----------------|
|-----10------------------8(10)-10-8-|
|---8---------------------8------8-8-|
|-8----------------------------------|



Intro: Riff A

Riff B
Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding
when the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting
lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction
he's been getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen-food section

|-8------------------------------|
|-8--8---------------------------|
|---10^--10(12)(10)\8-8(10)(8)---|
|-----------------------------10\|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|

C5                     Bb5
don't tell me what the poets are doing
don't tell me that they're talking tough
don't tell me that they're anti-social
somehow not anti-social enough

Riff A

Riff B
and porn speaks to its splintered legions
to the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
while aiming at the archetypal father
he says with such broad and tentative swipes why do you even bother

|--------------------|
|-10^---8-10-10-8----|
|-10^---8-10-10-8(9)-|
|--------------------|
|--------------------|
|--------------------|

C5                     Bb5
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
those Himalayas of the mind
Don't tell me what the poets are doin
in the long grasses over-time.

C5 Eb5 F5 F5
C5 Eb5 F5 G5

C5 Bb5

C5                     B5
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
on the street and the epitome of vague
don't tell me how the universe is altered
when you find out how he gets paid

C5 Eb5 F5 G5
if there's nothing more that you need now
lawn cut by bare-breasted women
beaches bleached, towels within reach for the women gotta make it
that'll make it by swimming

C5 Eb5 F5 G5



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