{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2416515,"song":"Klutz","artist":"Aesop Rock","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11497471-klutz-chords-by-aesop-rock/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2416515?type=chord","rating":4.64178,"votes":3,"content":"\r\n[tab]Riff\r\ne|---------------------------------|\r\nB|---------------------------------|\r\nG|---------------------------------|\r\nD|-----6-5-----6-5-----6-7-------5-|\r\nA|-7-4-----7-4-----7-4-------7-4---|   repet through all song\r\nE|---------------------------------|[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\nN.C.\r\nI am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate...\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nCan’t motherfuck a motherfucker[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nFrom the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcher[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nThe pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping \"I'm your pusher\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nAlso at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]  [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nBrooding over waking history that bubbles[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]                          [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nFrom the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]                                            [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nLike time machines for shrinking elders, rifling through their recipe[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nCarrots, onions, celery, what unique amalgam[/tab]\r\n\r\nOf piss and repugnant energy\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nSpun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert?[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nFire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirt[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]        [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nThis is tea-time with the worst[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]                               [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nGeriatrics on the decline of berserk[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\nBack in my day we were three times more alert\r\n\r\n[tab]      [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nNow I go through my old clothing[/tab]\r\n\r\nTrying to find nostalgic threads to sell\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]                                                   [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nWalk away feeling like I should have never dressed myself[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]                                              [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nSincerely I was never on the cutting edge, my hand was on the hilt[/tab]\r\n\r\nYou’re free to build with the other end\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nShriek into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishments[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nYou wake up feeling empty like Houdini’s grave probably is[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nVolley with the quintessential digital anger, I'm offended by everything[/tab]\r\n\r\nMy opinions come in a manger, oh boy\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nDepreciating since they drove me off the lot[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]             [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nStill into ghost stories and pot and the classic coconut bra[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]   [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nProcedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]                [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nAnd reminding clones there’s more to coping[/tab]\r\n\r\nThan a nose full of snot\r\n\r\nC#m                             N.C.\r\nAh, old pros throw 'bows to the 808\r\n\r\nC#m                                   N.C.\r\nYou couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nBishop to queen 4 in \"Damn Daniel\"s under ram skulls[/tab]\r\n\r\nPlan for cloudy with a chance of anvils\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nFever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipes[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nSocialites from pageant hell with plastic smiles and robot eyes[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nI’m hoping you all grow into the sentience you assume[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]        [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nAs your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me too[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nLook, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab] [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nBrush up your evasion and basic tactical field care[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nI was on that constant futile rage before the internet[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nI been ignored for longer than you’ve been interested[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nThe posse promise you nobody feels threatened by a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]             [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nThat’s like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polish[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]    [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nIt helps to know intimidation’s all about the optics[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab] [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nCome duck a bounty, it's a hoot, Suffolk County it's a zoo[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nPuppy chow and bitches brew, it's not exactly chicken soup[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nIt’s heavy-lifters lifting, it’s ginseng on his whistling[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nIt’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing, 2 for flinching[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab] [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nOlder yeller, never knew a no-kill shelter in his doggie days[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nNow I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stains[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]  [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nA walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audacious[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]  [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nI document the great unwashed and curse in Lithuanian[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]      [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nFor a gallery of grifters channeling Sid’s action figures grafted[/tab]\r\n\r\nWith his little sister’s after markers glue and scissors\r\n\r\n[tab]       [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nIt’s trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a center[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab] [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nMaybe it’s weirder they’ve never been photographed together[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nSometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lens[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nAnd patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselves[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nI’m peeling back the layers, I’m sneaking past the lasers[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]    [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nI’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a seed to blackened acres[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]    [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nThe dogs I think are following me home are out to kill me[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nYour music makes a motherfucker wanna move to Elm Street[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]  [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nRejection of the spirit by the body at your service, if you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in[/tab]\r\nthe current\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nHere, wheels fall off of cars when they see him[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nSeas part, green trees march out of Eden[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nI'm known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven[/tab]\r\n\r\nC#m                       N.C.\r\nAre you starting to be part of the kinesis?\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nGot me on some other shit[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nGot me on some other shit[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nGot me on some other shit[/tab]","plain_text":"[Intro]\nN.C.\nI am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate...\n\n[Verse]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nOf piss and repugnant energy\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nBack in my day we were three times more alert\n\n\n\nTrying to find nostalgic threads to sell\n\n\n\n\n\nYou’re free to build with the other end\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nMy opinions come in a manger, oh boy\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThan a nose full of snot\n\nC#m                             N.C.\nAh, old pros throw 'bows to the 808\n\nC#m                                   N.C.\nYou couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate\n\n\n\nPlan for cloudy with a chance of anvils\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nWith his little sister’s after markers glue and scissors\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nthe current\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nC#m                       N.C.\nAre you starting to be part of the kinesis?\n\n[Outro]","chords":["B","G","D","A","E","C","C#m"]}