Harness Your Hopes taby ukulele według Pavement

INTRO 
Dm Am E Dm Am E Am Dm Am E

After intro strum A for 2 measures

F#m                              A
Harness your hopes on just one person
                    F#m                      A
Because you know a harness was only made for one
                      F#m                          A
Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses
                F#m                    A
Cauterized with syrup and syrup and molasses


A                        B                          D
And I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us
                  F#m                            A
To anything that moves.. we're deep inside the grooves
A                          B                              D
And it's time to shake the rations, 'cause someone's gonna cash in
                  F#m                            A
The plot it turns again.. the reference starts at ten


F#m                              A
Show me a word that rhymes with pavement
                      F#m                        A
And I won't kill your parents and roast them on a spit
                        F#m                      A
And a - don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it
                F#m            A
Or you're gonna catch a bad bad cold


A                              B                          D
And the freaks have stormed the white house, I moved into a lighthouse
                F#m                A
It's on a scenic quay, is oh so far away
A                    B                              D
Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of Lenin
                      F#m                        A
The yearling took the purse, the goth kid has a hearse


E              E              E
Heart breaking, earth quaking, kiwis they are home baking
D      A      B E    D    A
Minds.. wide.. o-pen.. true-ly


F#m                            A
Leisure.. a leisure suit is nothing
A                  F#m                          A
It's nothing to be proud of.. in this late century
A                    F#m                            A
And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper
A                    F#m                          A
Pinched between your pointer, your index and your thumb


A              B                      D
It's a semi automatic.. believers are ecstatic
                      F#m                      A
You see the way they cling.. the cold metallic sting
A                    B                  D
And I'm living in a coma.. for Donna DeVorona
                    F#m                        A
The harness made of hopes.. the lovers on the ropes


E          E            E            E
Nun is to church as the parrot is to perch
        D      A    B E  D    A
And my heart's wide o-pen true-ly