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Watsky

Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 3

por Watsky
Watsky

Biografia:

George Watsky (born September 15, 1986) is a writer and performer who believes in the equal power of the tear and the belly laugh. Born and raised in San Francisco and now based in Los Angeles, he aims to cross-pollinate the stage, screen and stereo with work that speaks to both the humor and frustrations of modern life.

George was featured on Season 6 of Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry on HBO. He was the 2006 Youth Speaks Grand Slam Poetry Champion

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Watsky

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  • Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 1
  • Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 3
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Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!

176 Artista   62 Música   120 Cifra Cifra
Artist: Watsky
Song: Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 3
Album: X Infinity (2016)

[Intro]
Dm
Nothing matters, so it doesn't matter if nothing matters
Dm
And while you be, be true
Am G Dm
And if you won't, fuck you
Dm
Burn your clones
Dm
Open the wine
Dm
Close your eyes
Dm
Freeze time

[Verse]
Am G Dm
You’re officially welcome to grab your crotches
F G
Synchronize your watches and pour us a couple scotches
Am G Dm
People still as statues can’t catch you, turn pockets empty
F G
If they’re packed with plenty move some to ones lacking any
Am G Dm
While I take a crack at hacking the bank to jack em to cover high debts
F G
You’re screening floating bullets with a butterfly net, if there’s any screaming
Am G Dm
Pause it and cut out the sound, deposit the slugs underground
Dm
I’m positive that we don’t fuck around
Am G Dm
No we go scooping up the diesel that’s leaking a sinking tanker
F G
Forever stuck at anchor like beetles get stuck in amber
Am G Dm
Halted like the thaw of the iceberg that shoulda sank her
F G
Halted right beside the temperature spike and the spread of cancer
Am G Dm
And all my peoples’ engagements and babies my friends are making
F G
We quit getting lamer, days quit getting later, life quits being labor, quick—
Am G Dm
You should come through to our party, dude bring your crew bring an army
Bb G
Youth is inside of the heart, the future can never harm me
Am G Dm
We’re never tardy (freeze, freeze, freeze)
Dm
Late or early don’t worry we’ll wait cause we’re in no hurry to see those pearly gates

Am G Dm F G
I sit outside and watch the pigeon shit and tiny airplanes hanging in the sky and then I
Am G Dm F G
Hit a McCartney show and trip off how his arm is superglued to his guitar and then I
Am G Dm F G
Enjoy the lovely view and stand there for a month or two, my headphones looping Love Me Do on repeat
Am G Dm
Paul might not die if we try to wall off this diorama, we’ll buy all the time we want and then spend it all to

Am G Dm F G
Move this crowd — to join as converts to the church of blessed concerts and then conjure up some conversation
Am G Dm F G
Yes, I’m proud — my country is my heart and so in every combination we all rep a common nation
Am G Dm F G
That is how — I know that all we lepers and we shepherds join together now in holy congregation, everybody
Am G Dm
Stop right now!

[Chorus]
Am G Dm
I want to hear the church bells ring
F G
I want to see the fog roll in
Am G Dm
I don’t mind the muddy water
F G
I don’t mind the ocean wind
Am G Dm
Show me I’m alive right now
F G
Even if you gotta prick this skin
Am G Dm
Open up your eyes, open up your eyes
Bb G
Open up your eyes, open up your eyes
Am G Dm
Ohhhhhhhhhhh

[Verse]
Am G Dm
Some days I throw my hands up like this shit right here is hopeless
F G
But today I throw my hands up like this shit right here’s the dopest
Am G Dm
I’ll never sew my family’s holes up saying hocus pocus
F G
So I focus love on what is whole and chase my magnum opus
Am G Dm
There’s so much more to life before I leave this skin behind me
F G
Yeah right now I’m feeling finer than Aaliyah in the 90s
Am G Dm
Yeah today I’m feeling firmly like my faith could never burn me
F G
Like I’m apt to move that mountain just by glaring at it sternly
Am G Dm F G
San Francisco used to seem bigger than Jupiter
Am G Dm F G
From the view of an atom the human body's a universe
Am G Dm
How impossibly big it be, this symmetry
F G
This brutality, and beauty and synergy
Am G Dm
And beyond what we'll live to see, I know nothing can limit me
F G
Just take everything ever and we are that times INFINITY




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