Biography:
David Wirsig makes lovely music and is my friend.
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[Intro] C G F G C
[Verse 1]
C G
it's that old recurring dream where you're drowning
F C
flailing your arms out, fearful and frantic
G
and black waves are curling and pounding
F G
down onto your head somewhere in the Atlantic
C G
through the fathoms below you a shadow
F C
is gliding up towards you with singular purpose
G
and hundreds of thousands of gallons
F G
of ocean froth and foam as it breaks the surface
[Chorus 1] Fingerpick
Am F C*
its black eyes find you almost at once
Am F C*
its black eyes find you almost at once
Am F C
you can't hide, swim away or take air into your lungs
Am F C
to scream for help that won't come
C G F G C-2xs
[Verse 2]
C G
and oftentimes I am awoken
F C
at three in the morning by screams in the attic
G
I'll run upstairs, wrench the door open
F G
call out a warning (and try not to sound panicked)
C G
but my hammering heart hears the voices
F C
of spirits that tempt us, the scorn that they've spoken
C G
I'll remember the sad frightened noises
F G
of an old friend who dreamt once of storms on the ocean
[Chorus-strum]
Am F C
and black eyes looking up from below
Am F C
and black eyes looking up from below
Am F C
and black eyes looking up from below
Am F C
and black eyes looking up from below
[Outro] Am F C
[Verse 1]
C G
it's that old recurring dream where you're drowning
F C
flailing your arms out, fearful and frantic
G
and black waves are curling and pounding
F G
down onto your head somewhere in the Atlantic
C G
through the fathoms below you a shadow
F C
is gliding up towards you with singular purpose
G
and hundreds of thousands of gallons
F G
of ocean froth and foam as it breaks the surface
[Chorus 1] Fingerpick
Am F C*
its black eyes find you almost at once
Am F C*
its black eyes find you almost at once
Am F C
you can't hide, swim away or take air into your lungs
Am F C
to scream for help that won't come
C G F G C-2xs
[Verse 2]
C G
and oftentimes I am awoken
F C
at three in the morning by screams in the attic
G
I'll run upstairs, wrench the door open
F G
call out a warning (and try not to sound panicked)
C G
but my hammering heart hears the voices
F C
of spirits that tempt us, the scorn that they've spoken
C G
I'll remember the sad frightened noises
F G
of an old friend who dreamt once of storms on the ocean
[Chorus-strum]
Am F C
and black eyes looking up from below
Am F C
and black eyes looking up from below
Am F C
and black eyes looking up from below
Am F C
and black eyes looking up from below
[Outro] Am F C
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