Augie March - Fake jive

^AIt's just a painting it's just a song ^F#mWonderous plate miraculous rag on ^AHolding the promise of happiness high ^F#mBeauteous speck in a dilated eye ^EO you draw yourself a little leaner ^F#mAnd you sing like somebody meaner ^DThan you are Don't you tiger ^Eof paper?

^AA many false windowed thing ^F#mA kite in a lecturing wind ^AAwaiting intellectual strike ^F#mCast the pens down in the dome ^ETonight have you read the poets lately? ^F#mThey don't get a weekly monthly ^DBi-annual now you may ^ECry but I doubt you will

^ATen years is all it took ten years in ^F#mThrall to a lickspittle crook now you don't ^AKnow the crooked lay of the land ^F#mYou don't trust any man to shake your ^EHand without taking a thumb or a finger ^F#mHow the vilest scent will linger ^DWhile the sweetest pass away so ^ESwiftly

^AOn this patriot day sound the national ^F#mBand sweep the plain you sunburnt and bland And I'l^Al pollute the perfect stanza for ^F#mMusic in a deft show of hubris unplanned ^EHitch a skiff with a dusky daughter ^F#mSail down a river of grey water ^DMusics keeping the drain E A E F#m E D (x2) Alive with all this fake jive

^ALife is a painting life is a song ^F#mIt holds the promise of happiness ^AI could tell you where it goes wrong ^F#mAs good as tell you why the longing long ^EYou the poor painter average singer ^F#mMaybe you never went through the ringer ^DEnough or loved it so you came out wrong ^E

^ALike a cracked bell I continue to tell ^F#mThe same sad tale and toll all my failures

^ATo hold any note or I quaver and cast ^F#mAbout for the bluest port in a black and white ^EStorm o I've got lots of advice ^F#mNever listen to any advice ^DBe a pole hoist your own flaming petard ^E A E F#m E D (x4) And when you blow blow hard E