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Parakeet

Song Author Oliver Boyd and The Remembralls Submitted by: Anonymous
you [G]wake up [Bm]in the [E]morning
and [G]fall out [Bm]of your [E]bed  
[G]mean cat [Bm]eat parak[E]eets
and [D]this one's [C]nearly [B]dead.
you [G]dearly [Bm]wish the [E]wind shift
and [G]greasy [Bm]windows [E]slide
[G]open [Bm]for the [E]parakeet
who's [D]colored [C]bitter [B]lime.

[Em]open the [C]window
and [Am]lift into your [Bm]dream[D]s  
[Em]lately, [C]baby
[Am]you can barely [D]breathe.[B7]    

a [G]broken [Bm]wrist an [E]accident
you [G]know that [Bm]something's [E]wrong
you [G]fold the [Bm]leavings [E]of your past
n[D]o one [C]knows you've [B]gone.
the [G]sunspot [Bm]flares of the [E]early
nineties [G]light [Bm]up your [E]wings.
and [G]scan the [Bm]shortwave [E]radio
it's [D]tracking [C]outer [B]rings.

[Em]open your [C]window
to [Am]lift into a [Bm]dream[D]    
[Em]baby, [C]baby
[Am]you can starts [D]to breath[B7]e   

the [G]tecto[Bm]nic dispa[E]tcher shifts
to [G]smooth the [Bm]ocean [E]floor
and [G]flattens [Bm]out to [E]warmer winds
of [D]Brisbane's [C]sunny [B]shore.
where [G]buddhas [Bm]tend to [E]mending wrists
a [G]tea mad[Bm]e from the [E]leaves
of [G]eucaly[Bm]ptus [E]fragrances
and [D]coria[C]nder [B]seeds.

[Em]open the [C]window
to [Am]lift into a [Bm]dream[D]    
[Em]baby, [C]baby
[Am]you can starts to [Bm]breath[D]e.  
[Em]open your [C]window
to [Am]lift into a [Bm]dream[D]    
[Em]baby, [C]baby
[Am]you can starts [D]to breath[B7]e   

you [G]wake up [Bm]in the [E]morning
to [G]warm P[Bm]acific [E]breeze
where [G]mean cars [Bm]chew on [E]licorice
and [D]cannot [C]climb the [G#m]trees.

you wake up in the morning
and fall out of your bed
mean cat eat parakeets
and this one's nearly dead.
you dearly wish the wind shift
and greasy windows slide
open for the parakeet
who's colored bitter lime.

open the window
and lift into your dreams
lately, baby
you can barely breathe.

a broken wrist an accident
you know that something's wrong
you fold the leavings of your past
no one knows you've gone.
the sunspot flares of the early
nineties light up your wings.
and scan the shortwave radio
it's tracking outer rings.

open your window
to lift into a dream
baby, baby
you can starts to breathe

the tectonic dispatcher shifts
to smooth the ocean floor
and flattens out to warmer winds
of Brisbane's sunny shore.
where buddhas tend to mending wrists
a tea made from the leaves
of eucalyptus fragrances
and coriander seeds.

open the window
to lift into a dream
baby, baby
you can starts to breathe.
open your window
to lift into a dream
baby, baby
you can starts to breathe

you wake up in the morning
to warm Pacific breeze
where mean cars chew on licorice
and cannot climb the trees.

Chords

  • G
  • Bm
  • E
  • D
  • C
  • B
  • Em
  • Am
  • B7
  • G#m

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