Puppet Poetry

Song

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--3/5\3-0h2h0h2-
G:9h11h9---------------------9h11h9----------0----0--------------

B:---------------------------------------------------------------

E:---------------------------------------------------------------

INTERLUDE:

E:----------------------------------------

A:----------------------------------------

D:6/7\6--9-9-9-10-10-10-11-11-11-12-12-12- keep repeating

G:X/X\X--X-X-X-X--X--X--X--X--X--X--X--X--

B:4/5\4--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