The Snowscape Paperweight Girl

	  		
  
  
rd Fret 
  
  
Intro: C  F C  F C  
  
             F               C 
You had your body pierced in Naples 
           F                C 
Found your patron saints in Rome 
     F                         C 
Your Buddha, brought back from Bangkok 
F                C 
Hides your runic stones 
  
  
         F                C 
And your star of David, a-crucified 
     F                     G 
In a pendant you made from bones 
     F                    C 
Your Hindi music's on the hifi 
         E                Am    G 
And your Muslim is on the phone 
        F         G        F    G  F  G 
In this place you now call home 
  
  
           F                     C 
Still, you take your clothes off slowly 
   F                C 
To stoned messiah's tones 
     F           C 
Your mirror ball retro-flits 
            F                 C 
Across your bolstered bed-sit wall 
  
  
        F                     C 
And you pray for all life can bring you 
                 F              G 
It's like you're praying for us all  
     F                C 
Your tarot spoke of a stranger 
     E                   Am    G 
Your I-Ching of a girl unknown 
        F         G        F    G               Am     G 
In this place you now call home   (you now call home) 
  
  
        Am                            F 
And you bleed for the blade life will give ya 
              Am              F 
But still you want to swallow whole 
    Am              F 
The stoned messiahs prophesise 
            C                F 
It's like a hot-wire to your soul 
                                    C 
Like your bible that's holding your life up 
     E              Am    G 
Or a window to your world 
       F                      C 
As the camera pans out from a laptop 
      E                     Am 
We'll watch your world grow small 
   F                     G                    F 
As snowflakes swirl in a ticker-tape snowscape 
              G                          F 
Fade out on a paperweight - and a golden girl 
  
  
Harmonica Break: C         F    C  F  C  F  C 
                    Oh oh, yeah 
  
  
        F               C 
Turning soul cards with Retsina 
          F                C 
Which you pour like sacred scrolls  
         F             C 
Kneeling naked at your altar 
     F                 C 
Your patchwork quilt enfolds ya 
  
  
           F                  C 
And it's a Hindi music on the hifi 
      F           G 
And a Sufi on the phone 
    F                     C 
The dance becoming your reality 
             E               Am    G 
I think it's time that I was going 
          F         G        F 
From this place you now call home 
  
  
OUTRO: G  F  G  F  G 
  
           Am                           G 
Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up 
                          F 
Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up 
G  F  G    C   F  C       F  C