An Argument With Myself
Jens Lekman
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Intro: D, A, EmD A Em Having an argument with myself down Elizabeth StreetF#m Em Bumping into backpackers and struggling with the parametersBm A and the basic construction of my feetD A Em Kicking beer cans and rubbish along the concreteF#m Em Crossing the street and crossing galaxies of taxis andBm A backseats and drunk Swedes and half-GreeksG Bm A Shut up, no, you shut up!F#m G What's the matter, take a number, Buttercup!G Bm A Every time I hear you say "Fuck it"F#m G I would remind you of the photo in your pocketG Bm A How long it's been there, two years, I betF#m G have a sniff, it probably smells like a cigaretteG Bm A When was the last time you smoked a cigarette?F#m And more importantly, who did you smoke it with?D A Em Having an argument with myself down Victoria StreetF#m Em Passing the market now, the windows in neonBm A illuminating my path to defeatContinúa después del anuncioD A Em Your grinning face scaring a poor parakeetF#m Em Your heavy breathing scaring the windBm A So rich on Summer and so sweetG Bm A Fuck you, no, you fuck you!F#m G You didn't come here for nothing, did you?G Bm A I know that's what you've been saying latelyF#m G But let me draw attention to exhibit BG Bm A A honeysuckle in a plastic envelopeF#m G and put the flower underneath a microscopeG Bm A See what's written on the petalsF#m G Look closer, that's her initials (This part I haven't figured out yet, please let me know if you do.) And now I'm walking by Bev and Mick's backpacker hostel on Victoria Street Where it's reggae night tonight And the backpackers are pouring out like a tidal wave of vomit I have to sit down on the curbside and count the coins in my pocket See if I have enough cash to take a taxi home ...No Alright, yes, can we just try to figure this out? Can we just talk about this, please? Nah, I don't wanna talk to you OK, you wanna keep fighting? Yeah, I wanna keep on fighting Alright, fair enough 1, 2, 3, here we go!D A Em Having an argument with myself down Queensbury StreetF#m Em The lonely light from the town hall clock towerBm A Chime of the bells striking 1, 2, 3D A Em And it took shape in the form of an image in the form of a living memoryF#m Em The way her shadow used to walk by your sideBm A In a different time, in a different cityG Bm A Oh please, no you oh please!F#m G I wanna see you drop down on your kneesG Bm A I wanna see your hand waving "Farewell"F#m G Why you hittin' yourself, why you hittin' yourself?G Bm A History repeats itself twice, said MarxF#m G First as tragedy, then as farceG Bm A But where did I find its source,F#m D A Em To make history of a love, a love like ours?D A Em A love like ours