Puppet Poetry

artist: rootlifter
title: puppet poetry
album: not yet established
music and lyrics by: sean carver
tuning: standard

VERSES/INRTO:
E:-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-
A:-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--3-3-3-5--1-1-1-1-
D:-6-6-6-6--2-2-2-2--4-4-4-6--2-2-2-2-    with a few added variations
G:-7-7-7-7--3-3-3-3--5-5-5-7--3-3-3-3-        just make em up!
B:-7-7-7-7--3-3-3-3--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-
E:------------------------------------

CHORUS:
E:1-1-1-----------------------------------
A:1-1-1---5-5-5-5-------------------------
D:2-2-2-0-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-7-5-0-4-4-4-4-4-4-
G:3-3-3-2-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-X-X-0-4-4-4-4-4-4-
B:3-3-3-2-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-3-0-2-2-2-2-0-0-
E:1-1-1-0---------3-3-3-------2-2-2-2-0-0-

SOLO:
E:---------------------------------------------------------------
A:----------------------15-----------------------6---------------
D:------8-9-11*-12-3/5/7--12-------8-9-11*-12-3/5--3/53-0h2h0h2-
G:9h11h9---------------------9h11h9----------0----0--------------
B:---------------------------------------------------------------
E:---------------------------------------------------------------

INTERLUDE:
E:----------------------------------------
A:----------------------------------------
D:6/76--9-9-9-10-10-10-11-11-11-12-12-12- keep repeating
G:X/XX--X-X-X-X--X--X--X--X--X--X--X--X--
B:4/54--7-7-7-8--8--8--9--9--9--10-10-10-
E:----------------------------------------

THEN GO INTO:
E:---------------------
A:---------------------
D:--5-5--5-5--5-5--5-5-
G:--X-X--X-X--X-X--X-X-
B:--3-3--3-3--3-3--3-3-
E:0----0----0----0-----

LYRICS:

poetry,
grows off trees,
air is a soundless song,
the ground communicates,
with aching echoes,
of what we did wrong...

and theres a feeling,
that lies beneathe our skin,
and there are burning ceilings,
just don’t let the ashes in,
and i couldn’t ask for more,
heaven is located behing a locked door,
if only we could break it down,
together we can break it down...

centerfolds,
of waterfalls,
and kinky karma sex,
and kingdoms,
of gender and races,
each one a reject...

potraits of screaming whispers,
and broken records,
of our stability,
ocean tides,
and babies cries,
come reach out with me,
come stand around,
all of us human clowns,
today’s a spectacle,
our arms are raised,
the lord is praised,
we’ll make a spectacle...

reckless and relentless,
we are puppets,
make a home,
to make us whole,
with puppet poetry...


by sean carver