Dreams And Boxes

C#m  E  F#m  G#m  C#m  F#m  A

[Verse 1]

C#m           E                 
    I think I know where all my 
F#m               G#m
problems come from (California)
C#m         F#m            A    
    I never really had the guts 
                       C#m
to look under that log
E               F#m              
    I need them all, all, all to 
E
love me
    F#m      A                 C#m
But they see through me so easy
E          F#m       G#m  
    I wish I could believe in 
            C#m
your God
E          F#m                 
    Sounds fun, we could throw 
G#m                C#m
rocks out of heaven
E               F#m           
    I get these dark thoughts 
G#m           C#m
every day now
E           F#m         G#m     
    I never thought I'd be that 
     C#m
one
E                  F#m     G#m  
    Good news, I'm way too 
           C#m
scared to do it
E              F#m          G#m
    And I have too much fun being 
scared

[Refrain 1]

C#m      E           F#m
     I'm in this for life
G#m        C#m
Like it or not
E             F#m       G#m
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
C#m      E           F#m
     I'm in this for life
G#m        C#m
Like it or not
E                F#m     G#m
You will have to drag me by the neck

[Verse 2]

N.C.
I'm not gonna bail
N.C.
Writing on the ceiling of the box 
while the coffin is nailed
N.C.
California dreamin' while the demons
 are hot on our tail
N.C.
Hop a curb, yes, that was me off of 
the trail, officer
C#m         E
No, I don't have a good reason
F#m             G#m
I was just in a mood to go seekin'
C#m                   E
Heard a hard poem, it had my heart 
thumpin'
F#m                    G#m
Start my blood pumpin' again

[Chorus 1]
This one is for the people who 
C#m
raised me up
E                         F#m    
  It's for the people who raised 
      G#m
me up
                    C#m        
If you remember one thing, then 
                 E
remember how it felt
                      F#m
When you fell for the first time
     G#m                      
This one is for the people who 
 C#m          E
raised me up
                        F#m        
It's for the people who raised me 
  G#m
up
                    C#m        
If you remember one thing, then 
                 E    F#m G#m
remember how it felt

[Refrain 2]

C#m     E           F#m   G#m
    I'm in this for life
C#m     E         F#m       G#m
    I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
C#m     E           F#m       G#m
    I'm in this for life
C#m  E  F#m     G#m
        Drag me by the neck

[Verse 3]

N.C.
You want your holy grail
N.C.
Try not to overthink it
N.C.
I try but always fail
N.C.
But I want it so damn bad
N.C.
I'm addicted to life

N.C.
If I lived how I thought that you 
want me to live
N.C.
I don't think you'd like what you 
got
N.C.
If I shot my poetry out of a cannon
N.C.
Would it make it any better?
N.C.
If you fill a gun with glitter
N.C.
What'll become of the bullet
N.C.
If you're only suffering under a 
veil?

[Refrain 3]

C#m     E           F#m   G#m
    I'm in this for life
C#m     E         F#m       G#m
    I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
C#m     E           F#m       G#m
    I'm in this for life
C#m  E                F#m     
     You will have to drag me by the
G#m
 neck

[Chorus 2]
This one is for the people who 
C#m
raised me up
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E                         F#m    
  It's for the people who raised 
      G#m
me up
                    C#m        
If you remember one thing, then 
                 E
remember how it felt
                      F#m
When you fell for the first time
     G#m                      
This one is for the people who 
 C#m          E
raised me up
                        F#m        
It's for the people who raised me 
  G#m
up
                    C#m        
If you remember one thing, then 
                 E    F#m G#m
remember how it felt


Part II: Untitled Spoken Word Poem

(N.C. throughout, though the same 
chord progression from part one can 
sometimes be heard phasing in
from the background)

[Verse 1]

N.C.
I dreamed I understood myself 
completely
N.C.
We were having a party in a house 
falling out of the sky
N.C.
Every clique showed up
N.C.
The ones who love the smell of 
gasoline
N.C.
The shy beautifuls
N.C.
The microphone eaters
N.C.
The gimme gimme gimmes
N.C.
The maybe next years
N.C.
The boring childhooders who trashed 
their lives for fun
N.C.
The house rotated as it made it 
through the storm
N.C.
Eyeball-sized hail sailed sideways 
through the windows
N.C.
As the single pane, 
survived-the-great-fire 
hundred-year-old glass all smashed
N.C.
We laughed and dropped the 
hailstones in our drinks and danced
N.C.
We started chanting something 
optimistic that we knew that was 
maybe mostly bullshit
N.C.
But that if we even still felt 
one-tenth of one percent how we felt
 in that moment in the morning
N.C.
That it would be an energy that 
could shake neighborhoods from their
 foundations
N.C.
We dragged ourselves on a 
twenty-mile mission to fill our 
goblets in the kitchen
N.C.
I got stopped by a hallway goblin 
named Frank
N.C.
Who said he once dreamed Karl Marx 
and Rosa Parks were beating the shit
 out of him
N.C.
Which gave him a full-body orgasm
N.C.
I told him my dad analyzes dreams 
for a living and believes they're 
portals to the subconscious
N.C.
And I believe him and I don't judge 
you, we're all weirdos
N.C.
My dad still refuses to drive 
Beemers because they made cars for 
Hitler
N.C.
But I always suspected that that was
 convenient logic
N.C.
For a family that could only afford 
used station wagons
N.C.
I told him how in a drawer in my 
house I found a matchbook from my 
dad's 1955 Bar Mitzvah
N.C.
It still had nine dry unused matches
 that hadn't been torn from the 
cardboard
N.C.
It's a time machine and remains my 
second most prized possession
N.C.
Do you understand this, Frank?
N.C.
You're in the presence of a 
motherfucker who owns fire from the 
past
N.C.
Can you imagine getting high with a 
flame from 1955? Can you?
N.C.
Do you feel connected to your 
ancestors? Do you?
N.C.
Do you ever feel strange? Wonder how
 the world's gaze has shaped you?
N.C.
Do you fear being shaken by the 
shoulders like an Etch A Sketch
N.C.
Being mugged for your memories? I do
N.C.
They are my first most prized 
possession
N.C.
My very first memory was sitting in 
a high chair with my brother the day
 the Bay ripped in two
N.C.
The earthquake shook the china from 
the shelves and we clapped because 
we didn't understand
N.C.
I told him how my mother's father 
died in a plane crash
N.C.
I told him how my brother grew up to
 be a pilot
N.C.
And then the captain, which 
apparently the building had and was 
my brother
N.C.
Came over the intercom, which 
apparently the building had
N.C.
And alerted the party that the house
 was starting to spin faster
N.C.
And soon it would be time for us to 
hit the ground
N.C.
So either buckle your seatbelts, say
 your prayers
N.C.
Or find someone who wants to fuck 
you
N.C.
China was smashing against the 
ceiling
N.C.
Me and Frank said our goodbyes 
easily once I realized I'd been 
having a conversation in the mirror 
the whole
time
N.C.
I climbed out a window, clung to a 
drainpipe, and watched the stars 
paint the sky


Part III: Boxes

[Intro]

F  Bb  C  F

[Chorus 1]

       F             Bb
Little boxes on the hillside
C
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
          F
(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees 
and toes, I got my)
       F            Bb
Little boxes on the hillside
C
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
       F
(I got my)

[Verse 1]

F                   Bb
I see the ghosts on every corner
C                        F
   Of the people that we used to be
F                    Bb          
   So many that they sit upon the
                             C
 shoulders of their brothers and 
their sisters
            F
As our city slips into the sea

[Pre-Chorus 1]

F                                 
Danny in a DC tee gettin' stomped 
       Bb
in the head on Clement Street

Kids in the black boots
C                            
Dad's got the long hair, Dad's 
                         F
gettin' hired, gettin' fired

Everybody wave (Me in the 
ambulance!)
F                                 
Mom's got my pills in a paper bag,
              Bb
 bills on the table

That's before they were really real 
people
        C
And the punks grabbed my bike in the
 Safeway parking lot
F
Chased 'em for five blocks, never 
got it back

[Chorus 2]

       F            Bb
Little boxes on the hillside
C
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
          F
(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees 
and toes, I got my)
       F            Bb
Little boxes on the hillside
C
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
       F
(I got my)

[Verse 2]

F                          Bb
We were already fading, we just 
didn't know it yet
                 C        
Holdin' onto the lie of my 
perfection tucked under my arm like 
   F
a late Blockbuster cassette
                     F
And fuck yeah, I was hard for Miss 
Popular
                 Bb
Been jockin' her but she couldn't 
see where I sat with binoculars
C                            F
Binaca stashed in my pocket, shot my
 good shot, the good Lord, she 
blocked it
F                           Bb
Cherish the small tragedies
The big ones are smokin' out in the 
             C
bathroom and loiterin' for the 
moment when nobody sees 'em comin'
                                F
An openin' they can jump in and make
 a total catastrophe
   F                       Bb
My family tried to hold it together
But now that we can't hold it 
C
together
                             F
We'll hold each other closer instead

[Chorus 3]

       F            Bb
Little boxes on the hillside
C
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
          F
(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees 
and toes, I got my)
       F            Bb
Little boxes on the hillside
C
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
       F
(I got my)


[Pre-Chorus 2]

F                                 
Danny in the deep blue sea getting
               Bb
 wasted on the MUNI out to DP

Kids with the tall cans
C                                 
Dad's got the short hair, Dad's 
                F
not retired quite yet

Everybody wave (Me in the 
ambulance!)
F
Mom plays guitar and she sings to us
 at night
Bb
That was before we were really real 
people
        C
And the punks grabbed my bike in the
 Safeway parking lot
F
Chased 'em for five blocks, never 
got it back

[Chorus 3]

F
Little boxes on the hillside
F
There's a blue one and a yellow one
F
And they all look just the same