{"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":2730246,"song":"Tiny Glowing Screens Part 2","artist":"Watsky","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11530596-tiny-glowing-screens-part-2-chords-by-watsky/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2730246?type=chord","rating":4.62877,"votes":5,"content":"This is a spoken word poetry piece, meaning these chords are just background music. The chords have been \r\nplaced explicitly where they are played in the original song in correlation with the lyrics.\r\n\r\nNOTE: [ch]Em7[/ch] = [0 2 2 0 3 3]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\n\r\n[ch]Em7[/ch]   [ch]C[/ch]        [ch]Bm[/ch]   [ch]Em[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab]        [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThere’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planet[/tab]\r\n\r\nAnd most of us have the audacity to think we matter\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]Em7[/ch]                                            [ch]C[/ch]\r\nHey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked?[/tab]\r\n\r\nSomeone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke\r\n[tab]               [ch]Bm[/ch]                                                     [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nBut he keeled over ‘cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\r\nHey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed away?[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                                  [ch]C[/ch]\r\nHe was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck halfway[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]Em7[/ch]                                                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nHe ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door[/tab]\r\n\r\nAnd repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day\r\n[tab]     [ch]Bm[/ch]                                                [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nHey, you hear the one about the fisherman who passed?[/tab]\r\n[tab]               [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nHe didn’t jump off that ledge[/tab]\r\n\r\nHe just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast\r\n[tab]                                                    [ch]C[/ch]     [ch]D[/ch]\r\nLike he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Em7[/ch]                              [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe earth is a drum and he’s hitting it on beat[/tab]\r\n\r\nThe reason there’s smog in Los Angeles is ‘cause if we could see the stars\r\n[tab]                           [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nIf we could see the context of the universe in which we exist[/tab]\r\n[tab]                 [ch]Em[/ch]             [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd we could see how small each one of us is[/tab]\r\n\r\nAgainst the vastness of what we don’t know\r\n[tab]                                                       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nNo one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]             [ch]Em7[/ch]\r\nAnd then where would we be?[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]\r\nNo frozen dinners and no TV[/tab]\r\n\r\nAnd is that a world we want to text in?\r\n\r\nEither someone just microwaved popcorn\r\n[tab]             [ch]Bm[/ch]                                                           [ch]Em[/ch]                [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nOr I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession[/tab]\r\n\r\nThe people are hunched over in Boston\r\n\r\nThey’re starting app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco\r\n[tab]            [ch]C[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]                  [ch]Em7[/ch]\r\nThey’re grinning in Los Angeles like they’ve got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nBut don’t paint me like the good guy ‘cause every time I write[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                           [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI get to choose the angle that you view me and select the nicest light[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                 [ch]Em[/ch]                        [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nYou wouldn’t respect me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap[/tab]\r\n\r\nTapping through my mind at night\r\n\r\nThe same stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue\r\n[tab]                                  [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]Em7[/ch]\r\nAnd tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in high school[/tab]\r\n[tab]                         [ch]C[/ch]\r\nFiled carefully on rice paper[/tab]\r\n\r\nMy heart is a colored pencil\r\n\r\nBut my brain is an eraser\r\n[tab]                                                    [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI don’t want a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]Em[/ch]                   [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nTruth be told I’m unlikely to hold you down[/tab]\r\n\r\nCause my soul is a crowded subway train\r\n\r\nAnd people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town\r\n[tab]             [ch]C[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]Em7[/ch]\r\nI’m joining a false movement in San Francisco[/tab]\r\n[tab]                              [ch]C[/ch]\r\nI’m frowning and hunched over in Boston[/tab]\r\n\r\nI’m smiling in Los Angeles like I’ve got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth\r\n[tab]                    [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nAnd I’m celebrating on weekends[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]Em[/ch]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nBecause there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet[/tab]\r\n\r\nAnd I have the audacity to think I matter\r\n[tab]                                                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nI know it’s a lie but I prefer it to the alternative[/tab]\r\n[tab]                 [ch]D[/ch]       [ch]Em7[/ch]\r\nBecause I’ve got a tourniquet tied at my elbow[/tab]\r\n[tab]                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nI’ve got a blunt wrap filled with compliments and I’m burnin it[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                                              [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nYou say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka small[/tab]\r\n[tab]                              [ch]Em[/ch]                                 [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWe’re every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls[/tab]\r\n\r\nMy mother is an 8 year old girl\r\n\r\nMy grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed\r\n[tab]           [ch]C[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em7[/ch]\r\nAnd that’s the glue between me and you[/tab]\r\n\r\nThat’s the screws and nails\r\n[tab]           [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWe live in a house made of each other[/tab]\r\n\r\nAnd if that sounds strange that’s because it is\r\n[tab]        [ch]Bm[/ch]                                             [ch]Em[/ch]                   [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nSomeone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone’s pockets inside out[/tab]\r\n\r\nAnd remember...\r\n\r\nYou didn’t see shit\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n\r\n[ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]Em7[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]Bm[/ch]    [ch]Em[/ch]  [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]Em7[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]Bm[/ch]    [ch]Em[/ch]  [ch]Am[/ch]","plain_text":"This is a spoken word poetry piece, meaning these chords are just background music. The chords have been \nplaced explicitly where they are played in the original song in correlation with the lyrics.\n\nNOTE: Em7 = [0 2 2 0 3 3]\n\n\n[Intro]\n\nEm7   C        Bm   Em\n\n[Verse]\n\n\nAnd most of us have the audacity to think we matter\n\n\nSomeone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke\n\n\n\n\n\nAnd repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day\n\n\n\nHe just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast\n\n\n\nThe reason there’s smog in Los Angeles is ‘cause if we could see the stars\n\n\n\nAgainst the vastness of what we don’t know\n\n\n\n\nAnd is that a world we want to text in?\n\nEither someone just microwaved popcorn\n\n\nThe people are hunched over in Boston\n\nThey’re starting app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco\n\n\n\n\n\nTapping through my mind at night\n\nThe same stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue\n\n\n\nMy heart is a colored pencil\n\nBut my brain is an eraser\n\n\n\nCause my soul is a crowded subway train\n\nAnd people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town\n\n\n\nI’m smiling in Los Angeles like I’ve got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth\n\n\n\nAnd I have the audacity to think I matter\n\n\n\n\n\n\nMy mother is an 8 year old girl\n\nMy grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed\n\n\nThat’s the screws and nails\n\n\nAnd if that sounds strange that’s because it is\n\n\nAnd remember...\n\nYou didn’t see shit\n\n[Outro]\n\nC D Em7    C       Bm    Em  Am       C D Em7    C       Bm    Em  Am","chords":["Em7","C","Bm","Em","Am","D"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"Bm":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,3,4,2,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,3,2]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"Em7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,0,3,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,3,0]}}}