R.E.M.

^{D G
D A}
pre-chorus:
^{G A F}
chorus: this bit's cool!
^{G A G D
-----} From: DJ Allan (djgreedo@hotmail.com)
Only 4 chords:
D (open) A(barre) G(barre) F(barre) )(E-shaped barres)
The transitions from A-G and G-A and A-F are usually slides.
In the chorus the song skips two beats (after 'i started a chapter' and
'everybody hates a drunk') so be careful.
If anything's wrong, correct it and curse me for being incompetent.
sad professor
VERSE:
^D If we're talking about ^G love, Th ^D en I have to ^A tell you
Dear read ^D ers: I'm not s ^G ure where I'm headed, ^D I've gotten ^A lost before
PRE-CHORUS:
^G I've woke up ^A stone drunk face ^F down in the floor
CHORUS:
^{G A} Late afternoon the ^G house is ^D hot
^{G A} I started, ^G I jum ^D ped up
^{G A} Everyone h ^G ates a ^D bore, ^G E ^A verybody ^G hates a ^D drunk
VERSE:
^D This may be a lip in ^G vention
^D Professors muddled in th ^A eir intent
^D To try to rope in f ^G ollowers
To ^D float they're ^A malcontent
PRE-CHORUS:
^G As for this, ^A reader, I'm ^F already spent
CHORUS:
^{G A} Late afternoon the ^G house is ^D hot
^{G A} I started, ^G I jump ^D ed up
^{G A} Everyone hates a ^G sad profe ^D ssor, ^{G A} I hate where ^G I wound ^D up
BRIDGE:
VERSE CHORDS
VERSE CHORDS:
Dear readers, my apologies
I drifted in and out of sleep
Long silence presents the tragedies of love
Look the age, get afraid. The surface hazy with
attendant thoughts
PRECHORUS CHORDS:
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks
CHORUS CHORDS:
Late afternoon the house is hot
I started a chapter. Everyone hates a bore
Everybody hates a drunk. Everyone hates a sad professor
I hate where I wound up, I hate where I wound up
^---- Lyrics:
if we're talking about love
then I have to tell you
dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed.
I've gotten lost before.
I've woke up stone drunk
face down in the floor.
late afternoon the house is hot.
I started , I jumped up.
everyone hates a bore.
everyone hates a drunk.
this may be a lit invention
professors muddled in their intent
to try to rope in followers
to float their malcontent.
as for this reader,
I'm already spent.
late afternoon the house is hot.
I started , I jumped up.
everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.
dear readers, my apologies.
I'm drifting in and out of sleep.
long silence presents the tragedies
of love. note the age. get afraid.
the surface hazy with attendant thoughts.
a lazy eye metaphor on the rocks.
late afternoon the house is hot.
I started , I jumped up.
everyone hates a bore.
everyone hates a drunk.
everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.
I hate where I wound up.