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