Springterror

Intro: Strum the G chord hammer on 
the G note a few times.


G
Look at all the steam off the snow
                       Em      
We listen to the Top 40 country 
        C      Am
radio blow
G
Listen to the singer
                          Em  
Trying to put my finger on who 
         C
killed who
G
When it does linger
The sweet nostril-stinger of the 
Em          C
springs mildew
G                                 
Was it your will to take his pill 
     Em
orally?
C              Am
Or did you act perfunctorily?
G
The lamp-shadow dampness

The safe world of campus
                              Em
The water of your high school eyes
C
Some stadium
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Am
Some old college tries
G
There in my stomach the liquor 
heated

With every place I ever 
trick-or-treated and
Em
We used to message through the ink 
of night
C                         Am
With skin still young and pink and 
tight
D                                
Back when the tongue thrust with all
Em
 of our young lust
      Am                      Bm  
The dimple-chin brunettes who make
                   C    Am
 simpleton pets of me
G
And yes, Im a heel
       G7
But with Peters keel
         Em                  C
I will cut through the lily-pads
Am                     D
The moping mothers and hillbilly 
dads
        Em                         
And the billboard dentist from 
  G
White Lake to East Lansing
        Am            D
With his day-glo halo sentence 
entrancing
G                                
The moon makes lake-water out to be 
Em
a filmy skin
      C              Am           
But who can begin to tell what 
        Em       C
skin holds far within
G
Oh, the bathers
G7
Oh, the toweling
Em                          C
Your cells are saviors that ring wet
 bells growling and
G
You have the black eyes
      G7
Just holes filled with night skies
Em                            C
A saddening sweetness through your 
kid-sister sighs
         G                     
Where the Sylvan Lake corner is 
  Em
flickering with childhood
          C                    
And the mourner within me feels 
 Am
older than wildwood
    G                     Em
And if I knew what part of me was 
wax
    C                         Am  
Id try to truncate it with a black
                G
 sopping night axe