Faultline Blues

G                                 
I come from the east, I come from 
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the heart of the beast, of the beast
G
where dreams are made in factories, 
where hearts pound with heavy 
hurried
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beats, hurried beats
D                        B#      
I can’t stay here, can’t tow the 
           B          C     
line, I’m leaving for Pacific 
           G   D    B# G
standard ti- i- - i -ime

G                                 
Now I’m heading west, trying to 
                           B#      
get this heavy weight off my chest,
      G
 off my chest
G                                 
and the ones I love the best, know
 that 'til I reach the sunset I 
      B#            G
won’t rest, I won’t rest
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D                B#         
Left home on St. Valentine and 
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headed for Pacific standard 
     G  D B# G
ti-i-i-ime

[interlude]

G                                 
Now I’m on the trail of Kerouac, 
  B#             G    D
it feels unbroken too, GP died not 
far from here, he was
C              G   B#  D
wailing at the moo-oo-oon
G                                 
Twenty-nine palms are just enough,
     B#                G        D
 one less would be too few, you find
 the diamond in
              C                 
the rough and you’re the morning 
 G  B# D
de—e-e-ew
G                                 
Even ticking clocks can ease your 
                 B           C    
mind when you’re counting on 
            G  D  B#   G
Pacific standard ti-i-i-i-i-ime

G                                 
In orange groves on storage 
     B#    G            D  
streets I find a steady mind, 
                      C         
wandered with my feet in Pacific 
      G
standard time
G                          
Human consolations burning out 
B#              G      D
before they shine, just to dance a 
little while, in
C                G  B#  D
Pacific standard ti-i-i-ime
G                       B#       
even ticking clocks can ease your
                  B          
 mind when you’re counting on 
 C               G D B# G
Pacific standard time
D                                 
stuck between insane and sublime, 
        B#       C                
you’re living on Pacific standard 
G  D B# G
ti-i-i-ime.