{title:Crisis After Crisis} {st:Verlaines} # From: Juvenilia # Convert this to PostScript with CHORD: for info see: # http://www.lib.uchicago.edu/keith/lyrics.html # Guitar arrangement by Keith Waclena # http://www.lib.uchicago.edu/keith/ {define:Asus4 0 0 3 2 0 0 -} {define:Asus4/B 0 0 0 2 0 0 -} {define:C/A 0 0 1 0 2 0 -} {define:C/B 0 0 1 0 2 2 -} {define:Cviii 8 0 1 0 2 3 0} {define:Em/G 0 3 0 0 2 2 0} {define:Fi 0 0 2 2 2 0 0} {define:Fviii 8 0 2 2 2 0 0} {define:G/B 0 3 0 0 0 2 3} {define:G/D 0 3 3 0 0 2 3} [Cviii] [Fviii] [Cviii] [Fi] The [C]party went [Em/G]fine -- [F] till you arrived[C] I [C/A]felt a compulsion [C/B]to [C]leave ... my [G]senses [C]I saw in your [Em/G]eyes you thought [F] you were the great reason [C]why The [C/A]moment you came you [C/B]thought [C]you butchered my [G]evening Well [F]if I get drunk, well [C]that's all right [F]If I sleep on the [C]floor all night [F]Don't think you're the [C]great reason why I've got my [G/D]guts in a vice[G/B] [C] [F]Save your sympat[C]hetic gloats I [F]ain't chain smoking or [C]drinking your toast [F]You ain't the one who's [C]hurting me most It's [G/D]me that's all[G/B] [C] First time I saw you, in that cluttered room Couldn't have run for the world But don't you see, it was more than you and me Something else was on trial to be purged If something could die in an afternoon Anything else was eventually doomed Just a question of just how soon it concluded I'm not trying to make you feel mean Not wearing my heart on my sleeve Just trying to make you see What wasn't and was is [A] [Asus4/B] [A] [Asus4/B] [A] [Asus4/B] [Asus4/B] [A] [Asus4] [D]Girls I've written [F#m]poetry for be[E]fore [D]Cease to exist [D]Your eyes just [F#m]bleed be[E]fore the sun [D]Love's slashed her wrists So I [D]write of a girl from [F#m]who knows where With [E]dark brown skin and [E]Durer's hair [D]Who knows what [F#m]love, what hate that [E]lies Behind those [D]saddened violet eyes