The City Has Sex

intro: (acoustic scratching noises preparing the
listener for a definitive rocker)
    G                 C
the city has sex with itself i suppose
       D                           G      (G/F#)
as the concrete collides, well the scenery grows
        G                        C
and the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed
       D                             (G)
having exposed their wounds for each other
               G                        C
and there is a boy in a basement with a four track
                  D                           G
machine he?s been strumming and screaming all night,
 (G/F#)        G                        C
down there.the tape hiss will cover the words that he
                             D
sings but then they say it?s better to bury your
             C                        G
sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the
          A              C                    D
spring to awake from its sleep and burst into green
         G                   Em
and i?ve cried and you would think i would better for
                        D
it but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in your
C                          G             G
spine for the rest of your life and i?ve learned and
      Em
you?d think i?d be something more now, but it just
        D                       C
goes to show it is not what you know its what you were
G
thinking at the time.   (then)
****the prog-latin part****:
A5 A5 A5   C  B#5  F
repeat same repetition of verse/chorus music for last
verse:
this feeling?s familiar, i?ve been here before
in a kitchen this quiet i waited for a sign or just
somethingthat might reassure me of anything close to
meaning or motion (with a reason to move)i need
something i want to be close to
and i scream, but i still don?t know why i do it
because the sound never stays it just swells and
decays
so what is the point?
why try to fight what is now so certain?
the truth is all that i am is a passing event that
will be forgotten.