G B# G I come from the east, I come from the heart of the beast, of the beastG where dreams are made in factories, where hearts pound with heavy hurriedB# G beats, hurried beatsD B# B C G D B# G I can’t stay here, can’t tow the line, I’m leaving for Pacific standard ti- i- - i -imeG B# G Now I’m heading west, trying to get this heavy weight off my chest, off my chestG B# G and the ones I love the best, know that 'til I reach the sunset I won’t rest, I won’t restContinues after the adD B# B C G D B# G Left home on St. Valentine and headed for Pacific standard ti-i-i-ime [interlude]G B# G D Now I’m on the trail of Kerouac, it feels unbroken too, GP died not far from here, he wasC G B# D wailing at the moo-oo-oonG B# G D Twenty-nine palms are just enough, one less would be too few, you find the diamond inC G B# D the rough and you’re the morning de—e-e-ewG B C G D B# G Even ticking clocks can ease your mind when you’re counting on Pacific standard ti-i-i-i-i-imeG B# G D C In orange groves on storage streets I find a steady mind, wandered with my feet in PacificG standard timeG B# G D Human consolations burning out before they shine, just to dance a little while, inC G B# D Pacific standard ti-i-i-imeG B# B C G D B# G even ticking clocks can ease your mind when you’re counting on Pacific standard timeD B# C G D B# G stuck between insane and sublime, you’re living on Pacific standard ti-i-i-ime.
Faultline Blues
Sam Roberts
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